Serendipty Photo Prompt 2015 – #22

You Can’t Eat Scenery


For this week’s Frisbee Wednesday prompt Marilyn has shared some of her vacation pictures and I have taken her at her word and borrowed one of them. Looking at the lovely views of late summer in New England makes me want to go on a road trip myself.

You may have heard the expression. “You can’t eat scenery.” Certainly I have, especially when first looking for our new home in Tasmania. I know it’s true. You have to be practical and choose a home in a place that has the facilities that you need, doctors, shops, transport, access to jobs. However for me the aesthetic angle has always been important.

When I was a child we lived in a town near London, today I think it is considered to be part of the London outer metropolitan area.  My world was very small then, it consisted of home, school, the local shops and the routes we used to walk to those places.  Once a year we went on a summer holiday to stay with my grandmother who lived by the sea. It wasn’t long before I decided that I liked the seaside much better than I liked my home town. I liked to look at the sea and the amusement park with its tall, striped slide.  It wasn’t just about rides and ice creams though. The town had more trees and flowers and even the houses seemed prettier. I liked to see the shops with their jumble of buckets and spades, fishing nets and postcards displayed outside the doors. I began to dislike my home town with its ugly, grey, box-like flats.  I remember that I was always looking towards the horizon where I could see hills and trees and asking mum what that place was.

As I grew up I found that I was always happier in attractive surroundings. Coming home from work in Adelaide on the train I always looked forward to the last ten minutes of the journey when I could see the sea from the window. Later, when I worked in Hobart, I found that the first sight of the Huon Valley from the window of the bus had the same calming effect.  Any stress I’d had during the day seemed to drain away and I experienced  a feeling of well-being. Even now, when I often feel anxious and worried, the journey to and from Hobart on the bus can take my mind off my troubles.

I have strong feelings about the built environment too and find many modern buildings extremely ugly. I often wonder why architects often have their offices in attractively renovated older buildings while trying to make the rest of us live in steel and glass boxes.

Here are some places that make me feel good inside.



I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.

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