Bay of Fires - St Helens

Tasmania

December 2010


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After leaving Barnbougle at lunchtime we went to the Pub in the Paddock in Pyengana, where we saw Priscilla, its beer drinking pig, before heading on to St Columba Falls and the Bay of Fires...

St Columba Falls

Miche walking through the ferns... 

The falls are 90m tall and put on a good show after recent rain...

 


 



 


Bay of Fires

The statue at the entrance to Binalong Bay suggested great things...

Miche on the white sandy beaches of Binalong Bay... 

Now where are those hordes of bikini clad women?

Our accommodation in St Helens was much more low-key and run by a very eccentric couple that had built the place themselves (not to mention having sailed to New Zealand in a home-made fishing boat in their 60's while being pursued by Interpol for kidnapping).

The bed practically touched the floor when you sat on it and the shower was full of ants, but the fish dishes in the restaurant were as good as any at the much more upmarket places we'd been to on the trip...

The sea was only a foot or two below the road...

While the sign makes a serious point, we couldn't help but think it suggested large powerful kangaroos were in the area, that would lift your car up given half a chance...


Skink section... probably because it's rare for us to see even small lizards in the UK, I've always been fascinated by even the smallest lizards when abroad - sad I know.

Ocellated Skink (I think)... 



Another one, but this chap had lost his tail...



White's Skink... okay, okay, no more skinks...

 

Miche beachcombing...

 


The algae on the rocks was bright orange...

 



Based on the colour of the sea & sky, the pure white sand and the clear water; you could be forgiven for thinking you were in the Caribbean - until you felt the Southern Ocean wind that is...

Beautiful clear water...

The dune had an abrupt edge at the high water line... a trap waiting for the unwary to stumble into... 



 

Got one...

 

 


A very sad sight, the whole eastern coast of Tasmania has thousands of dead Shearwaters washed up on its beaches each year. These are the poor exhausted & starved ones out of the many millions that make a near 10,000 mile each-way migration to the Arctic and back...


 

Bicheno

We stopped off at Bicheno to visit its famous blowhole...

The sea was pretty calm, so not the biggest of flumes, but it did make a tremendous boom each time it had enough oomph to clear the surface level...



Next stop - Freycinet National Park


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