Tassie has some places with really quaint names.

A couple of days ago we took a drive around a small circuit close to Deloraine. Firstly we drove through Paradise.

Then we took the road to Nowhere Else.

And found ourselves in the Promised Land.

A not so pretty name on route was the village of Lower Crackpot.

The following day we found our way to a Hazelnut orchard for a very enjoyable lunch, followed by a half hour picking our own hazelnuts. Apparently they’re best kept for 6 – 8 months before eating, so we’ve kept most of what we picked. We couldn’t resist trying a few though. They were pretty damned good, so whether or not they last 6 – 8 months remains to be seen.

On the way home from the hazelnut farm we stopped and picked a big bag of apples from a laden roadside tree. Where else can you find apples growing on the sides of a country road – not on someone’s property, just there, on the verge. No one owns them, so no-one sprays them. They’re sweet, crisp and blemish free. Perfect.

Today we left Deloraine and are now camped on the banks of the Mountain River at the Huon caravan park. The caravan park is part of a working farm with a few sheep, chooks, pigs and a couple of house milking cows. The farmer makes a show of the cow milking at 4pm each day for happy hour, and will fill up containers of milk straight from the cow for those who want it. Needless to say, I now have a litre of fresh, unpasturised full cream milk in our fridge. Yum! I’ll find out tomorrow if I can either scrounge or buy some of the eggs from the chooks as well.

I love this place.