Down the Huon, Tasmania

At the caravan park in Huonville there are a few cows in the paddock adjacent to it.

The children wanted to see the cows close up - young Z aged 6 whispered in my ear, "Nanny I've never seen a cow close up and I'm frightened".  I had a nice chat with him and all was ok.  His sister E aged 8 blurted out, "Nanny, I'm frightened of cows and I've never seen one up close before", so I had a talk to her too and all was well.

It's amazing when you come to think of it that children have only seen pictures of cows or seen them in a movie or from a distance.  

I recall when I lived in Queenstown, Tasmania for 4 years when a child there were so many people that hadn't seen a live animal at all other than a dog or cat.

Cows love to eat Willow leaves.

The above two photos are of a platypus, the first one is borrowed and second one is mine, the platypus is hard to see.  There are a few of them in the river in the early evening .  

A little about the platypus - sometimes referred to as the duck-billed platypus, in a semiaquatic, egg-laying mammal endemic to eastern Australia, including Tasmania.  The platypus is the sole living representative of it's family and genus, though a number of related species appear in the fossil record.

 Many people especially visitors are intrigued by the platypus.

The backyard in Huonville Caravan Park.

There is a washing machine and clothesline provided but my myself and my daughter in law like to use our own. K's washing machine is a portable handy one where as mine is built in in the caravan.

I have one of these portable clotheslines too but don't often use it as we string a line underneath the awning, K found our awing clothes line handy when the weather wasn't favorable.

The drum is for the fire in the very late afternoon and we didn't always light one.

Two of our grandchildren with their bikes which they rode on the road around the caravan park.

Sparklers are great for making circles in the dark and are much fun for the children as well as the camera person, in this case me.

It was very pleasant sitting outside in the evening by the campfire listening to the kookaburras the birds, and of course occasionally we would hear the Tasmanian Devils screeching and fighting.  Tasmanian nature at it's best.

 

 

 Where that X is that's our caravan.

 The dogs name is Summer and belongs to the children.

Below are Tasmanian Oysters from Bruny Island which were lovely. A friend phoned and asked if we would like some Bruny Island fresh Oysters, of course our son said yes. They were a little expensive, but that didn't matter. Our son and myself were the only ones to eat a dozen each :) for lunch -

Natural of course.