Day 48 Lake Burbury Monday 14th March 2011

Dusk at Lake Burbury


The intrepid fisherman


"Chillin"" and "watchin"

Hello!

This evening we are camped on the shores of Lake Burbury for the princely sum of $5. For your money you get toilets with paper but no lights, a shelter hut with no lights and broken BBQ's and a playground plus the opportunity to share a large paddock with about 20 other tightwads in luxury motor homes.

We arose this morning about 815 and after a slow start, during which I unsuccessfully advanced the case for staying longer at Cradle Mountain commenced packing at around 940. The sky was cloudless which was a blessing since the canvas was quite damp from dew on the outside and our exhalation on the inside and we had to wait for it to dry. We eventually left around 12 and popped into the visitor centre for refreshments and a snack and to decide which way we were going which is a good thing to do before you hit the highway. Susan would like to see some of the open gardens which are mostly clustered around Launceston. We decided to travel there in the opposite direction for reasons I can't quite remember. We drove SW through Roseberry and Queenstown where we paused to top up the fuel and visit the IGA. We left Queenstown about 330 intending to stop overnight at Lake StClair. However we came across this spot which did have a tick in the Camps 5 book and decided this would do for the night. The Lake is one for the hydro scheme and looks reasonably full. After tea and a set up of the swag we toodled down to the waters edge so I could pit my wits against the wily trout.

I tied on a 25 year old Celta (an ancient French lure)and after several casts to my shock hooked a trout which promptly jumped out of the water and threw the hook. The jumping indicated it was probably a rainbow pity it was half decent size. Speaking of which the legal length in this dam is a miniscule 200mm!

That was the only excitement of note apart from when I jagged Susan's finger with a hook when we were trying to untangle them in the lure box. Submerged branches claimed the Celta plus a Flopy (another l type of lure) so all in all the fish are well in front.

Today was a rare cloudless warm sunny day. We may yet be wearing turbans! It's a swag night tonight and I shall be hopping into the sarcophagus shortly. It's 945 and Susan is already in there taking the chill off.

The pictures for today will be added tomorrow. Susan's computer is flat so there will be a slight delay. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Cheers Simon