We're resuming our exploration of the smallest state...

   Yes, world wide web, the travelling Woodleys are now in Eden their first stop in NSW; and as I write this I am looking over...

...with the sound of waves crashing on the shore 
one hundred metres away, water birds making melody, and the breeze through the surrounding trees...

(maybe not the best photos or descriptive words but exactly as it is...)

...and now back to Tassie...

(take a deep breath - this one's a marathon through the memories in images)

...in the midst of a stomach bug we made our way south (via Freycinet National Park where we accidentally caught up with some old friends on their honeymoon - thanks Mr and Mrs Harslett for the tuna!) from the Bay of Fires down the beautiful east coast to Campania (just north of Hobart) where 
Uncle and Aunt Bean live...

...starting straight away with the garden tour...

...followed the next day by a rollicking drive around their 
hobby farm on crates in a six by four behind the tractor 
(needless to say this was Israel's highlight)...

...and as we were catching / recovering from the bug we mainly stayed around the farm collecting eggs, feeding the sheep, eating fresh blackberries, and enjoying the view...

...apart for a girls' only outing to Richmond to view miniature Hobart Town and admire the oldest convict built bridge in Australia (along with a visit to the famous homemade lolly shop - 
needless to say that this was Levente's highlight!)...

(here is a picture of me just to show that I still exist)

...and how could I resist Port Arthur - haunting, historic, and huge. I had six hours there and only covered about a third of the site... of course partly due to my obsessive compulsive need to read 
every bit of information provided! and take an 
excessive amount of photographs...

(and while I was there poor Nick was trying to recover from his bug while nusing Aravis through his bout - a fact I was only aware of after my lovely, thought-provoking day out)

...and so to Hobart to visit cousins Mr and Mrs Swindon and second cousins who have never met, all happy to play together catching bumble bees, presenting theatricals and being read to...

...a visit to the Salamanca Markets (with their weird and wonderful buskers) and Battery point...

(oh yes, we're trendsetters, we are...)

...and always with this view to gaze upon from our 
cousins' lovely house...

  

...and so the travelling Woodleys keep following the path 
and turn westward...