Me and my Ute


I mowed the airstrip the other day with the little Daihatsu Ute and a tow behind mower. Airstrip is a bit of a stretch. It is a relatively flat area, which has been used in the past as an airstrip but us primarily a wallaby feeding ground these days.


Then today, we had a phone call from someone who wanted to land here. We couldn’t authorize it and advised them to contact Tasmania Parks and Wildlife. We never heard anything but a small plane buzzed us today. It circled twice and gave us a wing tilt, then left.

I’ve been pulling sea spurge, an invasive plant, with the weedies who are here working. Yesterday we worked our way up a steep hill. It was sunny and hot so we had a nice swim before lunch in East Cove. Lovely.

Yesterday’s sunset was outstanding.


Even on reflection.


A tree falls

A large she oak tree fell on the track to Winter Cove. Never fear. Volunteers here. Tim got approval to use the chainsaw and off we went in the little Ute. We made quick work of it and have some firewood to boot.



Meanwhile, I got to drive the Ute.

That’s me on the right with the gear shift on the left. At least there are no other cars or right turns!

Skinks were out in big numbers the other day. They were on the entrance to the garden and all over the lighthouse steps. I think they may be the blue tongued variety, but none stuck out their tongues at me.




We’ve added our home to the destination signs at the entrance to compound. 16,518 kms, unless you are trying to qualify for airline miles. Then it’s much less. Now they award “dividends”, a fraction of the distance traveled.

Mates4mates made it here after waiting a week for a weather window on Flinders Island. They are crossing the Bass Strait in sea kayaks to raise awareness for their organization, which supports wounded, injured and ill Australian Defense Force personnel. They are a group of 12 men, ranging in age from 25 to 66 years old and are in great spirits while they wait for today’s gale to blow through. Then they will be off to Hogan’s Island to the north and finally Wilson’s Prom, in Victoria.

We watched another boat drag anchor in West Cove, across the Pass, during this morning’s gale. We were able to contact them to discuss the anchorage but they hauled anchor and headed north. We’ll check later to see if they sought refuge in Garden Cove, on the north side of the island, which would have been protected from the southwesterly gale.

Never a dull moment on this “deserted” island!