There are so many places in Tasmania that elicit a sense of awe and even reverence.
Views can render you speechless, colours seem saturated, often iridescent. Perhaps it’s the clean air? True, I am unhesitating in my praise for the island that was once my home, and hence a little biased. But I doubt anyone would fail to see its beauty.
Leaving Swansea on a humid and overcast morning, my journey was northwards, retracing my steps towards Launceston, and then onwards to the fishing resort of Greens Beach. It lies on the north east shore of the island, overlooking the open mouth of the River Tamar where it finally meets the sea. There, my friends have a lovely beach house on a street overlooking the ocean, just a short stroll to various beach access points.
It’s a quiet and relaxing spot where you can wallow in the briny, clear seas on humid afternoons, and walk some of the local trails. You can partake of the view above after a 45 min walk from the shack, along a gravel trail, until you meet the West Head Coastal Track. Then it’s just a short but steady climb towards the lookout. The overcast weather made the ocean a flatline that morning, although I’ve seen it churning with surf and lively waves when the wind is up.
It’s worth the walk isn’t it?
Angela J Dawson 