We stopped off just for a stretch of the legs at Elizabeth Town Bakery. It was very busy. It was over a two hour drive to the north west town of Stanley.
The town name Penguin has always interested me. It was a short and very worthy diversion from the highway.
We drove down the street along the beach and we were about to make a u turn to go back to where we saw parking. But wait, have a look have a look at this very unusual church, now Penguin Uniting Church, once I think a Methodist Church.
I think some European tourists had just been showed around the church and the guide was about to depart when she spotted us taking photos and left her car to ask if we would like to have a look inside. The suspicious me wondered if there was catch, but no, she was lovely and told us about the church, took us upstairs but did not overload us with information. We had no small notes or gold coins to make a donation to the box at the door but I promised I will give the church a good review at Trip Advisor.
The weather was gorgeous.
We lunched at the local bakery.
But on to the also very nice Stanley.
It is a very historic town and a very early Tasmanian settlement. Above the town sits The Nut.
Like Ayers Rock aka Uluru it changes in different lights.
We went out for a little drive and happened upon the modest home of the only Prime Minister of Australia who was from Tasmania, Joseph Lyons. His wife, Dame Enid Lyons was the first female member of our Federal government House of Representatives.
The Nut really dominates the town, if I haven't said that already. There was an incident. Each cabin with a verandah had a nice one piece two seat and centre table, as ours did. Next door to us were an older couple who even mid afternoon were sitting outside enjoying a glass of wine, or perhaps water in a wine glass at their table. Two tradie lads turned up to stay overnight and while the couple were out, appropriated their seating to put on their own grass as they played on their phones. Later they hid the table behind their car. I wondered if they were going to steal the no doubt expensive seat in the morning. I took photos of their car, but they didn't and just left it where it was for someone else to move.
We bought take away fish, chips and potato scallops for dinner from Hursey Seafood. The fish and chips were great. The potato scallops, meh.
I can't find references now but what a number of early deaths in the Hursey family. In spite of the death of the entrepreneurial of Patrick (Kermie) Hursey in 1986 as he tried to rescue a lone rower off the coast in heavy seas, the company has continued on successfully and it was quite busy when we visited.
Lighthouses don't have to be tall structures.
The changing face of The Nut. I read three explanations for the name. One was that it was part of Aboriginal name, I forget the second one, maybe something to do with volcanoes but the one that amused me most was some tried to blow up part of it to see if it contained minerals. The explosion failed and it was a tough nut to crack.
Chairlift carpark view.
Up we went on the chair lift and what stunning views. We took the short walk but longer than 250 metres.
Apologies if this post seems a bit disjointed. I will try better tomorrow.