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The view towards Melbourne. The scenery atop the Nut. Stanley, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012.

If you've ever been to the small seaside town of Stanley, you'll be familiar with The Nut. One of the more distinctive landmarks in Tasmania, The Nut is an old volcanic plug with steep sides that rises up to 143 metres with a remarkably flat top. As you can see, it is possible to walk to the top of The Nut via a steep track (even for a three-year-old). For weaklings and nancies, there is the option of a chairlift...


Henry takes a break halfway up the Nut. Stanley, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012.

Now, a poem...

The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.



A Nut panorama. Stanley, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012.

Comments

Roddy said…
Good to see your mother staying with young Ez.
Obviously you shot ahead a few paces to get the picture.
Sue said…
Awesome pics. Love the nut. Flying in over this in January made my heart flutter!!!
Carola said…
The shots are awesome, the view is incredible, that must have been a great time.
It's good for the kids to walk.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, she just about kept up.

Sue, you need to stop and climb the bugger next time!

Carola, I can't complain about my two. They walk a LOT more than most of their peers. They rarely complain. They'll thank us some day!

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