La Maison Française

Today’s journey took us out of Bicheno and up the coast.  We took a left turn up towards St Mary’s and stopped in at the Mount Elephant Pancake Barn for some Tassie renowned pancake goodness.


They take where you park pretty seriously …..


….. but not as seriously as what will happen if your kids misbehave!


The pancakes were delicious and well worth the drive.  I mean, look at these happy diners.


We made it St Mary’s thinking we’d hit the big smoke, but it was sadly a very run down old town with minimal shops, or even olde world charm.  The locals were very friendly though, a lady approached us completely out of the blue and told us to go down to the old station because they had ‘something’ there we should look at and if we go the other was there were quilts. We found neither and headed for the highway.

Everything in Tassie seems to have been founded, started, built or designed by a French person!

A lot of the town, cape and bay names are French and tonight, in St Helen’s we are staying at The French House – a gorgeous French inspired chateau that sits just on the outskirts of St Helens.  The house is just beautiful and the owners are super friendly – if you’re ever up this way, it’s highly recommended!


The French House, St Helens, Tasmania

Tomorrow, I want you to strap yourselves in, cause we’re headed to lavender country!


Where is Superman When You Need Him?


When we were staying in Richmond, a couple of nights ago, we came back to our cottage after dinner at the pub to find a Japanese couple standing at the door of the main house looking a little lost.  He had relatively good English and asked us if we knew where our host was.  We let them know that she was out and wouldn’t be home until later that night.  He told us that they’d been driving all day and had just arrived and that they were staying there that night.  This was odd to us as our host hadn’t mentioned that there might be people arriving whilst she was out and we also knew that the cottages were full.  So we suggested giving our host a call as she couldn’t be far away.  Then we left them to it.

Our host finally came home about 30 minutes later and a conversation was had that we couldn’t quite make out – even with our ears pressed right up against the window, but we found out the next day that the couple had made a mistake and their booking was actually for a month later.  She helped them find different accommodation for the night and we thought that was that.

Then, we drove into the next town and stopped for lunch, who should walk past us but the same chap!  Then down at Coles Bay we were making our way down a walking path and who should run past?  yep, the same guy!  Then in Bicheno….. who should we see?  you guessed it.  Then driving through St Mary’s, there he was again.  He was easy to spot cause he’s been wearing the same Superman t-shirt since Sunday!


Waiting For Penguins


Tonight at dusk we ventured down to the beach to try and catch a glimpse of the penguins coming in from a day of fishing and frolicking.  Our instructions were to go down with a torch, but not to shine the torch directly at the penguin or take photos with a flash.  So just before dusk, we put on all the clothing that we had with brought with us, grabbed our torches, got to the beach and waited.  It got darker and darker by the minute and still there were no signs of the cute little critters.  Just before it got too dark to see each other, it was decided that even if these birds did show up, we weren’t going to be able to see them anyway!

So we went out for dinner.

Didn’t We Have a Loverly Day…….

Firstly, I would like to thank you all for your genuine concern and sympathy regarding the incident with my elbow yesterday.  I’d like to let everyone know that it is feeling 100% better today and if I’m honest, unless I press quite hard on the area in question, I wouldn’t even remember that I hurt it…… so that’s good news.

My sister mentioned that we’d better do something exciting today so I can write about something more interesting than hurting my elbow – so we did just that!

Let me take you on a photographical journey of our day…….

Last night there was thunder and lightening and heavy rain, but this morning, we awoke to this lovely view.


The view from our house


The view across Waubs Bay to our little house


Look how calm the bay is today…. although behind these boats there is one half sunken dinghy.

We drove down t0 Coles Bay and Freycinet Bay.


Coles Bay with “The Hazards” in the background

The Beach in front of the Freycinet Lodge was a big weedy, but the water was a lovely colour.


The unassuming Freycinet Lodge

This is how much we love our Mum.


Jen & Jode

And this was the best photo that was taken all day!


Shell & Jen…. I think

Next we pulled into Honeymoon Bay.  It was meant to be a miniature version of Wineglass Bay…….


The walkway through to Honeymoon Bay

So, not as spectacular as Wineglass Bay, but it is still the same shape, so they weren’t lying completely


Mini Wineglass Bay


Just near Honeymoon Bay – amazing coastline


Look at the clear water!

Whilst we didn’t make the trek up the trekking enthusiasts path to Wine Glass Bay, we did take the easier walking option and managed to catch a long distance glimpse of the famous bay from the Cape Tourville Lighthouse.


If you squint, you can see the white beach at Wineglass Bay

This is what it looks like from the air.


Wineglass Bay


The Tourville Lighthouse

Up at the lighthouse there were plethora foreign tourists and I thought I’d best take a picture of these idiots before they fell to their deaths taking selfies.  I think a railing is a pretty universal sign that you stay on one side of it for your own safety, isn’t it?


Not all tourists were created equally intelligent

Here’s my pretty sister, Jodie soaking in the sunshine of this amazing day!


Me Sister

Then if was back to Coles Bay for some oysters.  We are certainly not going to be low in zinc after this trip!


So there you go, was that more interesting than my elbow story?  I don’t know, you tell me.

Nothing Funny About This!

So, we got here, did some washing and when we were hanging it out I flicked a pair of jeans to get the kinks out and whacked my elbow on a wall corner – like really hard.

I know it doesn’t look like much……. but it hurts.  #sadface


This isn’t my arm, but looks the same.

The Oldest _________ in Australia

Mulberry Cottage Bed and Breakfast – the beds were comfy, but the breakfast was wasn’t good.  3 frozen crumpets, 5 pieces of frozen sliced bread.  Rock hard butter that you couldn’t spread, 3 choices of old looking, end of the packet cereal, milk in a Tupperware container that you couldn’t pour from and all eaten – two people at a time at a table really big enough for one small child.  We were offered some fresh stewed plumbs though, which were nice.


So we had a little taste and high-tailed it out of there.  Our host was a nice enough lady, but the B&B had been for sale since the beginning of the year after running it for 11 years and the dust and cobwebs in the cottage make a clear statement that she is over it!

Richmond is a historical town comprising of quite a few of “Australia’s oldest” things.  This old bridge is apparently the oldest in Australia built in 1825.  The people of the township of Ross, just inland would have you believe that theirs is the oldest, but who knows?  And really, who cares?  but this one’s a beauty, isn’t she?


The rest of the morning was spent wandering up and down the main street looking into little crafty antique wood turned shops, looking at the oldest gaol in Australia, the oldest existing Catholic church and the oldest Anglican church…….. so historical, it’s hysterical!


wood turned cherries!


Crafty, gifty shops


crocheted coasters! This is why I love Tasmania!


Australia’s oldest existing Catholic church

This is the pub where we had dinner….. it isn’t the country’s oldest pub, but it sure served up a tasty roast of the day!

The Richmond Pub

The Richmond Pub

Now, Richmond has a bakery here which is famous for its scallop pies and Me Jenny wasn’t leaving town until she had one.  So the last stop on our whirlwind tour of the town was the bakery.

There are no pictures of the scallop pie as I was eating my own pie…. so here’s one I found.  Jenny declared that it was lovely.

The Scallop Pie

The Scallop Pie

There was an extreme briskness in the air all of a sudden, just as we were getting ready to leave Richmond.  Me Jenny spotted this snail climbing the wall and announced that it was going to rain.  Not because their were black clouds in the sky or that the air had a cold dampness to it, not because there had been rain forecast for this very day, but because this know-all snail was on his way up.  I tell you, my Mother knows things!


The weather forecast for today

The rest of our day was taken up meandering up the highway to Bicheno, stopping at the little towns and checking out their op shops and crafty wares.


The picturesque town of Orford

These rocks below look just like the hexagonal volcanic rocks of The Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland!


Shelly Beach – Orford.


Shelly Beach

The town of Swansea has a strange rule about camping…..


Swansea cemetery

And there’s our day.  We arrived at our accommodation in Bicheno – a lovely 2 bedroom house overlooking Waubs Bay.  The weather here is not flash, so I won’t share a pic until it’s looking a little nicer.  Here’s what it should look like though……

Our house for the next two nights.

Our house for the next two nights.

The penguins come up onto that beach and if it’s not too too cold tonight, we jut might see them.  If it is too cold however, it will be up to the penguins to come and see us. It’s only fair.

Here we are.....

Here we are…..

And if they’re not available, we’ll just call the wombats…


“Come on Sharon, the Brown girls are in town!”



Une autre magnifique journée en Tasmanie

Today’s trail saw the three Brown girls heading south of Hobart and around one of the most picturesque routes in Tasmania, if not the world!

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                    I apologise for the quality of the screen shot pic

We nosed around the township of Kettering where the ferry goes across to Bruny Island and then made our way to the next little town called Woodbridge and as luck would have it – there was a village market on!


It was held in the town hall, where you could do bookmark making and rock art out the front.


Inside you could purchase wooden products from a chap who called his store “Wooden it be Nice?”  There was a lady from Perth, WA who had just moved to Tassie last November selling heated lavender bags, a couple of jewellery stalls and a couple of knitted wear stalls – so, your standard fare.


There was also some live music, who were actually quite good.  They were asking for donations that would help refugees.

A good cause – donation made.


Outside was a little van selling home made pasties and pies and choux pastry donuts….. we’ll take 3 please.


  Our next stop was Grand Vewe Cheeses – Tasmania’s only sheep cheesery.

They have a “retirement village” for the older, more mature sheep….


And accommodation for “The Girls” and their new babies…


Cheese was tasted and purchased and then we were on our way.  This is possibly the only photo that you will see of me…. so enjoy!


One of our favourite places from our last trip to Tassie was a little town of Cygnet.  On returning, I’m unsure, besides being quaint, what was so fabulous about it.  This little second hand shop was cute, but hardly worth the trip across Bass Strait!


Last time we had a lovely lunch at a cosy restaurant called The Red Velvet Lounge. It had a red velvet lounge by a fire place and cute and cosy.  Recently it had a fire and much damage was done.  Since then, they’ve done it all up and now it’s a bit old fashioned trying to be modern.  It was light and airy and clean and spacious, but the red velvet lounge is gone and in its place was a green cotton one! I mean….. it’s in the title!  The food wasn’t spectacular and we left underwhelmed.

 I’m wondering if this corgi ran out of things to do here in Cygnet.


Our final destination for the day was Richmond – about 30 mins drive north of Hobart.  Our accommodation – a pretty little B&B called Mulberry Cottages.  It was a lovely quaint little spot with a gorgeous English garden.  We always book at least 2 rooms for our own sanity and safety.  My sister is quite the light sleeper, where as Me Jenny and I can snore and plough through most things.


The first room we were shown in the cottage had 2 beds, so Me Jenny and I baggsed that one.  It wasn’t until later that we realised that the room we had so hastily chosen was called “The French Boudoir” and the main bed had a canopy and a mirror – on the ceiling. Ew.


This ▼ was my little ‘day bed’ – again with canopy!?  Then one begins to wonder….. why would a French themed boudoir room with a ceiling mirror have a small single bed in there with it?   I guess it does have the modesty curtain.


This was the room that my sister got by default…. the four poster king.  That’s what happens when you’re too hasty!


Our host was in a bit of a rush to go out when we arrived, so she hurriedly showed us around and gave instructions left, right and centre and she pointed to the cupboard in our room and said there were extra pillows and blankets in there for the little day bed.  When we got home from our lovely Richmond pub dinner, we were getting ready for bed and started looking for those pillows and blankets – only to find this……

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A feather boa and a small lace couch cushion……. Um?