Bicheno and Bay of Fires

Travelling up the Eastern Coast of Tasmania the roads are empty and so are the beaches. The weather is still a little chilly but the sun is in and out of clouds and the light is a joy for any camera lens. We stopped at Bicheno, a small town which is famous for its Blowhole. If you are wondering what this is, here is the answer. A spray of white foam which is forced up through huge rocks on the beach. 

A bit further up the coast, the Bay of Fires, some 27 kms of beaches, called the Bay of Fires because of the Aboriginal fires first seen by the colonialists when they were approaching these coast lines all those years ago. The orange on the rocks is due to a lichen which grows on them which make them a little unusual. 

We turn inland towards Launceston, our destination and go through lush rainforests and pastures full of cows and sheep. This one was birthing, and in the same fiield was another one also birthing and we watched them gravitate to one another and lick each other, almost in comfort and to ease the process. We wondered where the farmer was but it seems both calves were alive and on their way to being born. 

The rainbow coming at the end of our day, the rain having abated and the sun creeping out of the clouds. We stopped the car and took in the strength of those colours in picturesque countryside.