Lately, it's the central highlands district of Tasmania, that has captured my imagination and one I'm keen to explore some more. We headed to Tarraleah and stayed in one of the gorgeous old restored 1930s engineers cottages. Think an Art deco home filled with battered copies of National Geographic and vintage art deco furniture, no fuss, simple and elegant, often hard to find in the country.
Tarraleah was once a bustling hydro town, built around one hundred years ago and has now been restored into a resort, surrounded by the forests and lakes of the highlands. A trout fishing destination, the highlands is filled with lakes dotted with rustic fishing shacks along their shores. We skimmed rocks across the lake's surface before hiring canoes and spent the afternoon paddling on the sparkling cool waters. There were early morning walks across the frosty grass, adorable woolly highland cattle grazing in vast parklands, walks through wilderness tracks along with inspiring engineering feats to admire. It's a special place. Evenings were spent in front of the fire sipping whiskey and reading all those copies of National Geographic.
On the way home, we stumbled upon a pioneer homestead called The Steppes, a place filled with a family's history and the perfect spot for a bush picnic. Although the house was locked up, I spied the most lovely cast iron wood stove through the windows, charming wallpaper and dreamt of moving in.
We sat outside surround by little outbuildings, stone walls and forgotten gardens, lazed around on picnic blankets and dreamed of the simple life, whilst eating cake and drinking tea.
Then we headed south, back home, planning our next highland fling.