My trip to Tasmania is over. I’m sad to leave. This is my birthplace and I always leave a little of my heart here.
My family designed a large part of Launceston, so many of the paths I walk are part of my history. The little house on the bridge over the Gorge, the paths that wind their way through the gorge and of course there is Trevallyn overlooking the Tamar. Enough of that.
I mentioned our trip down to Hobart on Saturday, and Sunday was almost as busy with less traveling.
Deb at the Village Sampler, in Lilydale, put on a wonderful afternoon tea and the ladies sat entranced up in the attic as we shared the beauty of the quilts in Houston and South Africa. It was a super afternoon. I only missed two things during my trip. I wanted to go to the Jack Russell racing last night (Just too pooped) and I can’t eat he raspberries any more due to an allergy so I passed them up……Oh, I forgot I didn’t eat a scallop pie either…. next time. Darn
"The one important thing I have learned over the years is the difference between taking one’s work seriously and taking one’s self seriously. The first is imperative and the second disastrous."