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Road to Cygnet.

Road to Cygnet.

RAINBOW RIDE.

Pauline in action,

Pauline in action,

I know I am fortunate. Why am I so lucky or am I blessed? I honestly believe it is karma. Karma is a fact in this life, I have experience it in my life. Karma flowing from one life to the next is beyond my experience. I have no knowledge of past lives so I will remain an agnostic on that issue. All I know is when people appreciate their life and give thanks, fortune smiles on them.

We had to stop.

We had to stop.

Pauline and I picked up a hitch-hiker about twenty kilometres from Cygnet, Tasmania, on a scenic dirt road winding around Port Cygnet Bay. She had faith and was bubbling over with appreciation. “Thank you! Praise the Lord Jesus Christ! Bless you!” were her first words. “Pull up.” I said to Pauline. “I can’t stop on a bend. “She protested “There’s a spot!” I said getting excited. “Too narrow!” was her agitated reply. “Alright stop as soon as you can.” Pauline soon finds a place and stops, saying to our passenger “Hope you are not in a hurry.”

Sunset to Cygnet.

Sunset to Cygnet.

I get out Pauline follows me to an opening in the trees. We show our appreciation of the magnificent sun set, by taking photos. “Sorry about that but it is so beautiful we want to share it with our blogger friends.” Pauline says getting back behind the wheel. “Praise the Lord Jesus; it is the new circle of change, good named and Good Almighty’s ancient golden Holy Spirit.” Our passenger said then told us stories of her past, beaming with joy, radiant with smiles; she looked younger than her fifty-one years. “I am going to church no hurry, I don’t have to be there for three hours, would you like to come too?” She informs us adding an invitation.

Cygnet Hotel where we stayed.

Cygnet Hotel where we stayed.

“Wow!” Pauline and I chime in together as we come to the top of a hill.  We are greeted by a stunning view, capped by the suns dying embers, closing another outstanding day. We photograph the last glorious moments of the departing sun. “Praise the Lord.” We can only agree with her and praise the powers that be. Between praises and blessings given to the wonderful creator she kept us entertained with her life stories till we reached Cygnet. “Halilulla, thank you, thank you, you are such good people, thank you, yes bless you.” Our hitch-hiker departs giving us direction to the only hotel open in the town.

Charming stairway Cygnet Hotel.

Charming stairway Cygnet Hotel.

After a good pub meal, a good night’s sleep in old-fashioned comfort. I am up with the birds to explore. All the rooms are vacant and the doors are invitingly open. It is like stepping back in time.

Old time comfort.

Old time comfort.

 All the rooms have solid wood furniture and the decor is in keeping with a bygone age where pride was taken in craftsmanship. We venture out on the long veranda fenced in lacy wrought iron, like in New Orleans.

Pauline looking at rainbows.

Pauline looking at rainbows.

Here we are greeted by a rainbow arched across a low grey background of cloud. We eagerly head down stairs to see the well maintained old architecture in the one main street.

Pauline  our hitchhiker Church and the rainbow, I got everything.

Pauline our hitchhiker’s  Church and the rainbow, I got everything.

The people take pride in their beautiful town preserving the best of their heritage.

School House Café, delicious  breakfasts.

School House Café, delicious breakfasts.

After scrambled eggs in a quaint, owner operated café, we are off on our photo expedition.

Cobweb Designs an exceptional shop.

Cobweb Designs an exceptional shop.

One shop in particular is a treasure trove of local art and hand-crafts of exceptional beauty and quality. Sue, the proprietor, is a well-travelled, interesting lady. She shares a wealth of knowledge with us as we enjoy the wondrous array of diverse art and natural curios. This shop ranks among the best of its kind I have seen in all my travels.

Susan in her shop, Cobweb Designs.

Susan in her shop, Cobweb Designs.

We are told of a dirt road that is in good condition and far more scenic than the direct tar-seal road. We are given maps and full instructions on how to find all the interesting things that only a local would know of.

Rainbow Road I call this way out of Cygnet.

Rainbow Road I call this way out of Cygnet.

As we leave this beautifully maintained, picturesque little town the rainbow still persists. The sun keeps pushing through the occasional misty shower, this only add to the beauty that surprises us around each bend. Many gentle bends give pleasant encounters as we smile the day away.

Long way to Huonville from Cygnet.

Long way to Huonville from Cygnet.

If you love nature she will return your love. If you open your heart to people they will respond.

The rainbow persists.

The rainbow persists.

 It is true, laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone. Try to smile no matter how cloudy the sky, there is a rainbow somewhere. Do not look for the fabled pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Enjoy the rainbow you have now.

 

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View at bus stop Mt Nelson.

View at bus stop Mt Nelson.

Go Before You Go.

Mt Nelson Signal Station.

Mt Nelson Signal Station.

You have to go but you do have a choice as to how you go; I am going by bus today, I bought a day pass. There is no need to make elaborate plans just get on the bus, head into Hobart town centre and take it from there.

View from the teamooms.

View from the tea rooms.

I went into the information centre and asked the lady what she thought would be a good place to go to on the metro bus. She said Mt Nelson Signal Station. I walked over the road to the Metro Bus Office to get a bus time table.

Zoomed from the tea rooms.

Zoomed from the tea rooms.

The buses are hourly so this allowed me time for a walk to see what would open up for me. I took a few photos and got a multigrain bun and chose a vegetarian filling. I like avocado instead of butter and no salt there is enough salt in the bread. I picked a pure orange drink from the fridge. With fuel for the day in the bag it is off on the bus, all uphill.

Looking to bellerive.

Looking to Bellerive.

I go with the flow and water does not flow uphill unless it is carried. I am in no real hurry to wear myself out and this climb would be pushing it a bit for a man on a seniors bus pass.

Panaramic views and a beautiful day.

Panoramic views and a beautiful day.

The photos will give you an idea of the views but it would even be beyond the capabilities of National Geographical magazine to do the area justice. What a mighty day, I am dressed like I was up in warm Queensland. In my bag is a rain jacket my fur hat, scarf and my pure wool swan dry jacket as insurance. I believe I am a lucky person but I try not to push my luck. To take any thing in life for granted is inviting trouble.

A great place for a picnic.

A great place for a picnic.

A tree looked at me. I took a portrait photo of it and looked to see if its neighbors had anything to say, yes the trees were talking to me.

Does this tree speak to you?

Does this tree speak to you?

I do not only talk to the animals I communicate with everything. A flower can tell me more about beauty than an art gallery, nature is unsurpassed. Man can never come close to matching nature wonders.

Tasman Bridge can be seen in a pool of sunlight.

Tasman Bridge can be seen in a pool of sunlight.

Everything man achieves and invents is only a copy of nature. We may think we are changing the environment for the better but everything in nature is interrelated and in balance. There is always repercussions that should be considered.

My friendly guid.

My friendly guide.

I think it is a good time for lunch, or should I walk to Sandy Bay? A lady with a cute dog walks by, I give her a smile and ask her is it far to walk to Sandy Bay and if I follow the road will I get lost. She tells me there is a track through the bush that is shorter and much nicer.

It is a beautiful walking track.

It is a beautiful walking track.

We head off together, she is good company, she tells me she is a physiotherapist and I burble on about what I used to do for a living. She turns off a side path to her house and warns me it gets a bit rougher further on but there is a place I can leave the track and get on the road.

We say good by. I hope she likes this post.

We say goodbye. I hope she likes this post.

I am enjoying this bush walk so decide to keep to the track. The going gets steeper, uneven rock steps.

Just take it steady enjoy the views.

Just take it steady enjoy the views.

There was a time I would have run down them but today I find a strong stick to help me. Another wooden seat, now is a good time to have lunch.

Great 1-30 Lunch stop.

Great 1-30 Lunch stop.

Refreshed I head on across a bridge over a gurgling stream, what a nice sound.

Moss covered rocks below the bridge.

Moss covered rocks below the bridge.

The path flattens out to a gentle slope and is a pleasant walk the rest of the way. The bus stop is near a lawn covered in autumn leaves. Just time to take a photo and here is the bus.

By the bus stop.

By the bus stop.

Back in town I visit the park guarded by the lions salvaged from an old bank.

Lions gard Autumn gold instead of bank.

Lions gard Autumn gold instead of bank.

The autumn leaves are a blaze they are impossible to capture with my camera.

Natures Gold.

Natures Gold.

My attempt fails miserably; you will have to use your imagination.

A multi coloured leaves.

 Multi coloured leaves.

Windows are easier subjects. I am taking some photos of windows inspired by a blog you will find at  <http;//thedayafter.wordpress.com >

Reflection on windows.

Reflection on windows.

Going to the Bellerive bus stop I pass through the paved Mall. I see the beautifully carved wooden dog I have taken a liking to.

Do not get mauled by the Mall dog.

Do not get mauled by the Mall dog.

It has been a wonderful day, time for one photo then home. I am pleased I went and did not miss the opportunity. We have to go before we go. One day we will go back into this world we came out of, we have no choice. We do have a choice as to how we go and it is better to wear out than rust out.

Looking at Mt Wellington from the track.

Looking at Mt Wellington from the track.

 

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