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I'm not sure who took these two today, Jen or Henry. Jen is claiming them, and Henry is keeping quiet about it, but they do have his touch of class about them. Anyway, it was taken on their belated trip to the Steenholt Ranch in the deep south of Tasmania near Geeveston, which is about sixty kilometers south of Hobart, right into the southern part of the Huon Valley. They stopped along the gorgeous Huon River to take a few snaps for me to share with the world.

Now, I would never be so cruel to cast aspersions on any region of the state - because I'm just not that sort of fellow - but I have heard other, less considerate folk say that they hear the faint echo of dueling banjos each time they head down this way. Yet Henry and Jenry emerged intact from their journey, well stocked with banana passionfruit and choc-chip cookies.

This tells me that what other people say about the strange goings-on amongst the reclusive, anti-one world government crowd that seem to gather in the mists and shadows of the valley simply cannot be true! Time will tell when the global revolution and resource wars begin!



[If any Huon-based separatist rebels with access to a huge stockpile of arms are reading, stewing and consequently looking to 'take out' detractors and/or critics, please, I have a family to support, it's all in jest!]

Comments

bitingmidge said…
Is it the Huon Valley where I bought that tee shirt with five holes?

One for my waist, two for my arms and two for my .. no, sorry, that's just a cruel joke!

P
Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia
Anonymous said…
naughty naughty
I gather you enjoyed your reading...
Anonymous said…
By the way - on the banjo front - aren't you from BURNIE?
Pot, Kettle, Black
Kris McCracken said…
Most of the loons that can be found down south are ring ins from elsewhere, headed to all ends of the Earth before the apocalypse if you listen to them!

I wish that I was just reading this morning, unfortunately I was writing this presentation to Monday's conference. I'm attempting to find that tricky balance of 'telling necessary home truths' and 'not alienating every person in the room by calling them idiots'.

As for the bitter little aside about the lovely Burnie, we may not have some fancy pants murals, but I will have you know that my home town was proclaimed - in person - a city by the Grace of God, through the auspice of the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth and Defender of the Faith, Her Majesty Elizabeth II.

The Huon could only dream of such a classy turn of events. So to use your tawdry analogy, it is perhaps more a case of the Fabergé egg calling the dirty old dishcloth grey!
Anonymous said…
touchy touchy
geeveston said…
looks like the sleeping beauty
the deep south is an escape and is being discovered.
and its warmer than sheffield.
Kris McCracken said…
I've long been a fan of the Huon Valley, and Geeveston in particular. That's why I've clearly described those narrow-minded bigots who cast aspersions on the region as exactly that.

For my money, Geeveston is a top five Tassie town for beauty, and well worth a stop on the way to the Airwalk (a visit to which should be mandatory for everybody who enters the state, and quite a few who already live here).

I think that I will have to do a ‘special feature’, or at least open it up to volunteers who what to promote their hometown.

That said, there are a few odd folk who’ve chosen to relocate. Much like the bigamists that appear to have chosen the back of Wynyard as an ideal place for their compound!
Anonymous said…
Hey Geeveston (I know who you are too Laurie ;) ) I don't really know that Geevo is warmer than Sheffield having lived in both places.... But it surely is a gorgeous place!

Kris - I'll be in the Geevo promotion! How is the presentation going??

Will keep you updated on the refugees....
Anonymous said…
That's a gorgeous picture! Stunning countryside (odd locals notwithstanding!).

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