Western Wilderness, Tasmania
Returning to Tasmania last month was a pleasure. Though we set sail in the middle of winter, our suitcase was filled with woollens and puffy jackets, gumboots and gloves. Ben and I were prepared. The cold simply enhanced our experience, assisting in making the beauty feel more tangible. In a place so stunning and seemingly surreal, our frost-kissed cheeks and chilly toes acted as a reality check, a playful pinch reminding us that yes, this is real. We're here. It's freakin' cold and it's spectacular.
Here is the link to my words for Tourism Tasmania and the Spirit of Tasmania. Writing for them has been a real treat. And because I can't help myself, I've included oh, just a few more photographs from our three day Western Wilderness journey. Happy Sunday, folks x
West Coast Tasmania