I'm in love with Tasmania. I visited for the first time last November when dear friends got married in Hobart. I cannot thank them enough. The quaint stone and timber cottages, the gardens that are just the right balance of wild and immaculate, the friendly locals, the delicious paddock to plate food philosophy that seems to apply everywhere here, and of course the all consuming nature. Rivers, rocky mountains, rolling farmland, lakes, forest and waterfalls, oh the waterfalls. I just had to get back.
This time though, I wanted to explore beyond Hobart and it's delicious surrounds. Ohis whirlwind weekend trip back in May, which involved a much too large campervan and many a tea stop with a view, we started in Mount Field, before heading to Southwest National Park, and finally landing on the Tasman Peninsula.
The drive here told us we were in for something special. The landscape changed from rolling farmland with rich autumn colours to dense forest and rocky, windswept coastlines. It reminded me of long drives down the coast as a child, where wooded mountains suddenly gave way to open valleys and glimpses of the sea.
When the surf is pumping in Tassie, this is where it happens. And on the afternoon that we arrived it was on. There were campervans and station wagons with boards strapped to the roof parked in every beach carpark. We pulled up at Eaglehawk Neck, the narrow slither of land that joins the peninsula to the rest of Tassie. It's also famed for its Tessellated Pavement rock shelf.
The rocky cliffs along this coastline are dotted with hidden sea caves, reachable only by kayak, and if you head far enough out on the headland you can see all the way down to Cape Hauy and its famed dolerite columns, the Candlestick and Totem Pole.
Of course there is so much more of the peninsula beyond Eaglehawk Neck, but this pretty stretch of coastline captivated us for the short while we could stick around.
Highlights of the Tasman Peninsula
White Beach for sunset, The Tasman Arch, Tessellated Pavement at low tide, Devil's Kitchen and Port Arthur. Still on my bucket list is the Three Capes Track, and Cape Raoul.
Below is a video my wonderful man Jacques put together from our whirlwind trip. You can check out more of his stuff here.