Burned and Weathered

Naomi and I drove down to Tullah the day after a bushfire had been through the area. Naturally we had checked that it would be safe and that the little railway we’d come to visit would be running. Nevertheless, the emergency services were in evidence mopping up and containing the fire which was still burning further away from us. The firies checked the line before the train left to make sure there were no hot spots. Wee Georgie Wood had a lucky escape as you can see.

I found this photo of an old rowboat in my files and am not completely sure where I took it. It was most probably somewhere near Port Huon. There were a few boats always moored in the river there and these old rowboats would be left on shore for the owners to row out to them.

Another quiet beach in the Huon River Estuary where we stopped to take photos.

This was from another batch of old photos I hadn’t looked at in years. There used to be a paper mill at Port Huon not far from our house. It was closed long before we came there and I used to take Tessie, our previous dog, to walk there. Sometimes I took the camera and I think this must have been one of those times or possibly later when an interpretive site was opened up to showcase the mill remains.