Tamar River, Tasmania; February 2007
This was a family road trip with a twist – three generations of women from age 77 to 23. In February 2007 I drove around Tasmania in a motorhome with my grandmother, two aunts and cousin.
One night we camped by the shores of the Tamar River and my cousin (pictured) and I shucked oysters from the rocks for everyone to share. (Although we were downstream from Launceston, the river passes through wetlands and the water is very clean). After our feast, we watched the black swans swimming on the river as the sun went down and played cards in our little motorhome until late.
Tasmania is known for its seafood. On another day we had crayfish – similar to lobster.