Saturday 3rd January 2015
All good things must come to an end. Alas today we are saying adieu to the Bay of Fires Lodge. But before we go we have a few hours of leisure to enjoy the facilities before we head out at 11:00.
Another delicious breakfast of healthy goodness, which is happily served on the front deck overlooking the amazing coast. Lots of fresh fruit and cereals with eggs and bacon! What a view, it is an amazing clear sunny morning, with the surf running in the background.
We pack our bags and head down to the beach for a quick swim. There is a lovely little cove to the left of the lodge. The cove is gorgeous with more amazing granite boulders on each side, more of that beautiful white sand, more of the clear, crisp water that we have been seeing for the last 3 days. The surf is pretty rough and there is a rip that will take you all the way to New Zealand. Its pretty cold too – way to cold for a warm blooded Queenslander like me. But H decides to get wet!
It’s going to be a very hot day – well in into the 30’s. Thats real hot for Tassie. We are not looking forward to the hike out. And guess what – its about an hour. We load up and head out – even though its probably the shortest walk we have done it is probably the hardest, due to the stifling heat, through the dense bush land (we are heading inland) and the cracking pace Marissa is setting. Is she keen to get rid of us? Luckily we are loaded up with water and we stop regularly to get our breath.
We stop at the end of the track to have our lunch. And then board the mini-bus for the long haul back to Launceston. We pass through numerous small towns with an illustrious past. We stop for a wine tasting at Apogee Vineyard. This vineyard is the latest venture of renowned winemaker Andrew Pirie. We sample the results of his latest obsession – hand crafted sparkling wine. Andrew is a very influential figure in the Tasmanian wine industry and his name is linked to some of Tasmania’s best vineyards – Pipers Brook, Ninth Island, Tamar Ridge, and Pirie. Andrew gives a demonstration on how to disgorge and re-cork a champagne bottle. Something we have heard about but never actually seen happen.
We are booked to stay at the The Clarion in Launceston, its one of those beautiful old pubs and our room is in the converted stables on the ground floor. We are the last off the tour group to get dropped off so we don’t have much time to relax before a last dinner together with our fellow travellers. We are the last to get there and its strange to see everyone in their Sunday best – clean clothes, make up, styled hair, all the girls looking gorgeous!
After dinner we go for a couple of drinks with Sarah and Carolyn at some dodgy bar, which apparently is the location of choice for hen’s nights – there are at least 4 separate hens parties inside. Saturday night in Launceston – way to go.