Living on an island has meant I’ve had a long love affair with the coast. Tasmania has some wonderful mountains, lakes and rainforests and I’ve walked many a wilderness track over the years with stunning scenery and seemingly endless mountain top views but it’s always the coast that draws me back time and again.
My earliest holiday memories are of riding in the back of the ute all the way from Lonnovale to the end of the road at the far southern beach of Cockle Creek where we camped in an old canvas tent for a glorious week of freedom.
Summer holidays followed at Sister’s Beach in the north ,swimming every day, lying on the hot sands and bundling up in a jumper for an evening walk in stormy weather. Later as a teenager joining friends for camping trips to Binalong Bay on the East coast where camping was pretty basic but the water was a stunning turquoise that lapped the glaring, white sands.
We explored nearby beaches with huge sand dunes and lichen covered rocky coves. We clambered over giant orange boulders , rock hopping along the sea edge.
The salty tang of the sea air, the healthy tiredness after a day of sun, surf and sand and then the sound of waves sending me off to sleep – these are the memories I cherish.
I visit the coast as often as possible and love it in every mood.
It’s not always the grand view that inspires me – sometimes a small sketch or painting seems to say it better.
I think it must be time for another trip……..