We thought we would have a "no car" day for our last day in Launceston. But after breakfast I suggested we headed off to Franklin house. A two hour walk wasn't that appealing. Have a car will travel and in we hopped. The house was built for Britton Jones an ex convict, brewer and inn keeper. The house later became a prestigious boys boarding school. Lovely old house with impressive cedar door frames, doors and shutters - apparently ballast for ships arriving to pick up meat and food.
Then it was in to town to see the umbrella shop. The array of historical umbrellas was a bit limited. Perhaps it was because they were all collapsed and so looked like any other umbrella. We didn't stop long but enjoyed wandering along George Street admiring the Georgian and art decor buildings. One of the things that makes Launceston special.
We then headed off to Clarendon house down a dandelion edged road. A national trust property the house is closed on Monday's but the grounds were open. An English paradise built for an English gentleman and his family. Gardens lovingly nurtured by volunteers, the house standing proud amongst the 150 year old elms since 1838. A home away from home - we even felt nostalgic for England.
It was lunch time and we couldn't resist the little historical village of Evandale for a wander and tea and cake.
It was now around 27 degrees and late afternoon so we came back to our accommodation for a rest. I am really enjoying the heat and after a bit of r and r we wandered back down to Cataract Gorge to do the zig zag track. Chinese for dinner and then another climb up the 200 odd steps and steep slopes to begin packing for the long journey home tomorrow. We have had a great holiday but both feel it is time to go home. Alison went round to our place and said we have some great veggies waiting for us. We can only guess how big the zucchinis are.
We then headed off to Clarendon house down a dandelion edged road. A national trust property the house is closed on Monday's but the grounds were open. An English paradise built for an English gentleman and his family. Gardens lovingly nurtured by volunteers, the house standing proud amongst the 150 year old elms since 1838. A home away from home - we even felt nostalgic for England.
It was lunch time and we couldn't resist the little historical village of Evandale for a wander and tea and cake.
It was now around 27 degrees and late afternoon so we came back to our accommodation for a rest. I am really enjoying the heat and after a bit of r and r we wandered back down to Cataract Gorge to do the zig zag track. Chinese for dinner and then another climb up the 200 odd steps and steep slopes to begin packing for the long journey home tomorrow. We have had a great holiday but both feel it is time to go home. Alison went round to our place and said we have some great veggies waiting for us. We can only guess how big the zucchinis are.
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