Listening to the weather reports on the radio we realise how fortunate we’ve been with the amount of sunshine that’s come our way.
Much of the mainland has been battered by storms, with Brisbane copping for 10 inches of rain in the last 24 hours alone.
Inevitable then, that we’d end up with some of the wet stuff eventually and we wake this morning to the mother of all downpours. This scuppers our planned trip to the Bay of Fires and we head instead to the cascading waterfall at St.Columba.
We love a good waterfall, and the recent deluge meant this one was in full flow. It’s a short walk through a dense rainforest to reach the bottom and if anything, the numbers and sheer size of some of the ferns are more impressive than the waterfall itself.
Less impressive were the number of leeches present. One manages to sink his gnashers into Steve’s calf, drawing a trickle of blood and a cry of disgust from Wend.
Not much point in hiking in the rain, so we drive to Tasmania’s second city, Launceston, to sit out the bad weather for a couple of days and take in some culture.
Ok, ‘culture’ might be stretching it a bit, but we do catch some live music in the evening - a hopelessly mismatched duo comprising a fairly awful female vocalist and a pretty good guitarist.
We won’t be looking out for their debut album.
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