A number of years ago, when travelling to (or from) Hobart, Tim and I made a vow to one day stop in at Tunbridge. It’s between Ross and Oatlands, and we’d never turned off the highway to see what was there.
Until today that is. After we’d been to Hobart, delivered the books we had to deliver, wandered through the market, had lunch at Machine (a great place to go for lunch, or breakfast, or to do some laundry) … we headed back to Burnie. We aren’t sure if we’ll be going to Hobart again, so we thought we’d take the opportunity to visit Tunbridge.
Here’s what I found:
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Tunbridge is not a big place! There are no shops, but there is a community centre and today it was bursting at the seams. We didn’t feel qualified to enter, however, as we weren’t driving a ute.
After wondering around for a while and taking some photos (and almost being drawn into the town’s Christmas picnic at the park … the smell of a barbecue cooking was tempting!) we headed for Ross.
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9. [The female factory]
I’m looking forward to seeing Tim’s images of our trip.
Musings from the cold 