Deloraine & Ross -a gorgeous couple

The view from the bridge at Ross

Leaving Carol and Bruce’s was tough but they would’ve noticed if we had have just stayed there and stayed there. We lumped the brick on wheels up the midlands highway to a place called Ross (that ‘Friends’ guy has ruined that name for everyone). Ross has a an old bridge, a convict factory that has been pulled down and a few shops including an antique, wood fired oven, bakery that claims to have the best vanilla slice in the world. The sign that proclaims this is  written with a felt pen on a plain piece of paper in the handwriting of a cranky teenager. I was suspicious. They looked good though and I am always up for a vanilla slice even if it isn’t the self-proclaimed world’s best.  They were indeed above reproach and, although I have not tasted every other vanilla slice in the world, I am willing to  say it was the best one I can remember tasting ,with its light, crispy pastry and an almost fluffy, not too sweet filling. I also bought a $5 bag of home-grown apples across the street, bargain.

They make ladies at this place
Ross high street
Looking at the Macquarie River from bridge
The broad arrow showing government ownership that is stamped into the staples along the railing stones on the bridge
Someone can’t spell
pictures from when I went fishing along the river at Ross. I did catch something but it got off the hook as I was landing it.
Some genuine, unrestored vintage cars that a group arrived in. Usually you only see the jazzed up restored ones. It was really interesting to see these old cars and the way they had to wind them up to start etc. I love old things that look old.
I don’t know why this cylinder of rock was here but I made Lou get on it as an excuse to take her picture, which she can get a bit funny about.

We left the van hitched to the car as we were only staying one night and it was such a small place, so the next day (after reconnecting with the vanilla slice lady) we headed for Deloraine. We got there in time to walk the street and check out the profusion of crafty galleries, including a shop with more alpaca yarn than you can throw a knit-o-matic at.  That night there was a weather warning about strong winds and rain so we took in the awning.  Sure enough a storm came through about midnight. The next day was full of showers that were pushed through by a freezing wind. We spent the rainy day doing a little driving and staying inside.

Deloraine set up on the riverside
Historical pub at Deloraine with the beautiful floors worn around the knots.
Yarn Wall at Deloraine (sounds like a Swedish private dective’s name)
Real milk for real Tasmanians
Rainy day fashion antics from our designer plastic bag collection out in time for Autmn

On our last day Tim and I went for a bike ride in ‘The Wild Woods’ which was a walking track that started at the end of the caravan park and wound its way along beside the Meander River. It was a great little ride and at one point we stopped at a little clearing beside the river. We both saw something swishing around in the water. It was the wrong time of day for a platypus so I assumed it was a trout. After we got back, I went straight back to that spot with my fishing rod. And after about 15 minutes of throwing a lure around, I actually caught a huge brown trout. My life will never be the same. It was tricky to land him because he swam around a fallen log and I almost had to wade in and untangle him, but I eventually managed to coax him out. What can I say? You are unlikely to ever hear the end of it from me. I am already planning to how I will fit the story on my grave stone.

The bike we got from the central coast has been great. Can you see where I got Bruce to cut off a bit of the frame that was making it hard to put on the rack. He did a fantastic job- the guy is an artist
A meander in the Meander River
All these pics are a part of the ‘Wild Woods’ walking track
This is where I got the whopper!
I made Monja take lots of photos and you can order a signed one of me for $127.86 plus postage

That was it for Tassie. Deloraine was a lovely spot to finish off for us and although the weather was a little punishing, the town has the charm to balance out the fickle, Tassie Autumn ice age. On the ferry back to Melbourne we met back up with another family on a long term travel odyssey that we first met in Waratah. It was great to have a good chat and compare notes and I owed Peter a beer, so the universe balances these things out. The ride was a fair bit lumpier than the one on the way over but with the help of some motion sickness pills we all survived without chundering. Now it’s back to Victoria– Tim’s favourite state.

Hobbits be here
Wiches and goblins hangout
Magic tree that looks like it’s out of an English storybook from the Enid Blyton era


  1. Awwww goodbye Tassie. I am glad you had a great time and it was great to relive my tour through your travels. Woo hoo Dan the Man fisherman, I just may order a few copies of your photo with the said “whopper” as xmas gifts lol
    Lou Lou can look back on her fashion designing and maybe fit it in to her education and get ahead at the end of her schooling lol I am sure Coles would love to endorse your line!!!!
    Yet another great read and look forward to the next one. I look forward to hear from Tim about his favourite state. Go Timmy xxx
    Kazza xxxx

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  2. Lovely photos; well done on the fishing Danny! We stayed overnight at the bakery in Ross and have fond memories of their food!


  3. Lovely to keep up with your adventures & well done on catching a huge trout! I will have to order some signed photos for Christmas gifts this year! The photos of Tassie are just gorgeous. Take good care & wishing you many more fun adventures on the mainland xxx

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