Heading central and east - and it's still March!

Photo stop on the button grass plains not long since
ravaged by fire.  It is part of their history.

A long way from any apart water, burrowing crayfish build elaborate burrows
often with tall mud chimneys.  Their network tunnels can reach down many meters to tap into the water table.

Talk about extremes! In less than a week we travelled from high boggy button grass moorlands with their other-worldly mud chimneys built by the endangered burrowing crayfish to Erratics (remnants of ancient glaciers) and views of the cirques, amphitheatres high on the mountain ridge, that gave birth to those monstrous ice flows. And then on into the cool temperate rainforest of the Wild Rivers national park where we walked not much more than a Km along the famous Franklin almost tripping over delicate fungi albeit no as many as we found in our last visit when it was winter - sigh! Our destination Wayatinah in the central highlands on a lagoon and so peaceful. It makes a wonderful base to explore the huge network of lakes of the district including Lake St Clair but that's another story!

This is an Erratic - the rock not Lindsay!

Worth a read if you can make it out

Silence - what was I thinking?! We are sitting in a decreasing quiet as families arrive to set up for the long weekend around the lake - forgot that it was the long weekend .., oops! Mozzies the size of small birds land on my arms and challenge me to swat them. No power or running water to the site but its a lovely spot and there's loads of space. The sound of kids and birds echoes in the chill mountain air and the smell of fires and mozzie coils is reminiscent of childhood and camping.

Wayatinah Lagoon

We moved on towards the big smoke - Hobart but for a day or two we're in the 'bush', relatively speaking.

On the regular tourist trail!.

Jarring us back closer to here and now, we briefly visited the historic quaint chocolate-box village of Richmond with its 'old' bridge. The oldest post-settlement stone bridge in Australia.

The gap in the history trace from ancient natural history to the modern was a bit of a culture shock BUT tomorrow we hop on a wee plane and fly south to Melaleuca and the south-west wilderness. Hooray!