Sunday Drive to Burnie Park

Naomi and I have been trying to do an outing every week since New Year but this week we stayed a bit closer to home.

We started our day by visiting the open air market at Wynyard and then the covered market at Penguin. There were a few people at Wynyard but at Penguin we noticed big changes. Everyone had to be masked when indoors and a lot of the stall holders had just decided to stay away as had the patrons. Usually, Penguin market is quite busy both inside the sheds and outside where there is usually a musician playing at the food court. Half the food stalls were empty and there were very few people watching “Danny the Blues Man” which was a shame because he’s very good. Still, we had a nice lunch, Naomi had a kebab and I had something called a Chicken Boat, both nice despite the fact that they had run out of cheese.

As it was still early when we left the market we decided to stop off and look at Burnie Park. We’ve driven past the entrance many times but never been into the park.

Main entrance to Burnie Park

We drove through the main gates and found a parking spot. The park did not seem that large at first glance. It is on a sloping site and has green lawns, big shady trees and roses near the entrance while a little further back is the city’s War Memorial. We sat on a bench under a beautiful chestnut tree to enjoy the view before setting off for a walk. There were Galah’s and black cockatoos flying around but they were too fast for me to photograph. The only cooperative bird was a seagull.

Burnie Park
Roses in Burnie Park

We took a path that led us up hill. It was much steeper than it looked but we persevered and were rewarded with fine views over Bass Strait.

Bass Strait from Burnie Park
Table Cape from Burnie Park

We could see a playground, boating pond and a sound shell below us and we thought that there would be a linking path that would take us past these places but our path just kept going with no sign of how to get back down except by retracing our steps. It was a warm afternoon so eventually we gave up, had another sit down on a convenient bench and went back the way we came. We did go and have a closer look at the roses but as it was getting on for 4pm we decided to explore the rest of the park another day as it is much bigger than we first thought.


Sound Shell


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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