This is a post of the past of things gone and lost in time. This mass of few weeks past is part of series of things done / more to do.
Lucaston, a village 40 km:s west of Hobart has been covered in smoke from bush fires 70 km:s east of Hobart in the Tasman Peninsula. This particular fire destroyed 20160 hectares of pristine development forest and left multiple families homeless. We smelled their despair for multiple days as we made a friend of that fence on the left. Good fence, made in the eighties, but the fence don't like as the shifting of soil makes its base uneven and the poles shift to non Prussian lines.
The used/stripped/broken car is a crucial part of Australian outback garden design, with the absolutely necessary PVC pipes for them Mario wannabees. These and some other forms of rusting metals and rotting piles of wood make a homey feel for the lost and lonely.
After all the cherries in the universe had been packed we moved to O'toole residence in the village of Mountain river. First move, TEN KILOMETERS WOHOOOOOOOOO. Here we stayed for two weeks and a bit more. For the first week we hanged out with Reuben and his sister Alice and this time was used to the inspection of local marvels in the Hobart region. We also fixed our car, for mister radiator started leaking and made a mess for humanity in the form of bad bad toxins.
Second week of our stay the rest of Reuben's family returned from their camping trip. THE Family has a bit larger feel in the rural parts, than what us city folk might meet in the regular bases. The O'toole family consists of following members mother Isabelle 50'ish, father John 50'ish, Reuben 18, Alice 23, Solomon 16, Tully 13, Juniper 11, Kezia 8, and the three people who no longer live at home and who we never met. We played board games with the little girls and Reuben for day after day. It was fun.
This fire was just around the corner on other side of the mountain.
Master Captain Poc inspecting the O'toole residence.
Chilling in the hamacca
Good Quality poo pile waiting for future donations, Crap it, Bag it and Stack it is what this sign says to me.
Mount Wellington is next to Hobart and has the finest scenery in the region
When you look the right way
On this street a pizza barlow sells fine Hobartian pizza.
This sea worthy piece of Australian engineering is my next financial project
We had a picnic at Royal Hobart botanic gardens with (we ain't gonna feed you mister) duck.
Some waterfall after colored with PoC.
Satanic red is the devilish mark of this competitor aiming to win THE TARGA, it's some sort of local rally, not really interesting.
Local basketball league mach with two spectators.
Snug falls is an attraction at Snug village, but no rain means no water.
Reuben, Poc UND ICH
