We went on our trip to St Helens today. A lovely drive, if a tad long and with some very windy bits as you come down from St Mary's. Paula got nauseous on the windy bit, both going down and coming back up. Sadly, no shop in St Helens had fireplace paraphernalia. Not too many shops where even open. Unfortunately for us, one shop that was open was a take away place called The Big something or other, bit or cafe or some such. Disappointing would be a mild way of phrasing the meal. Dreadful would be more accurate. My hamburger was clean at least, but uninspired. The chips tasted of fish... bad fish. Paula's seafood basket looked and smelled awful, and apparently didn't taste much better. Paula is getting tired of paying almost thirty dollars for poor quality food, then being expected to pay more for sauce! I just can't believe I've yet to find a takeaway shop anywhere in Tasmania that has hot chilli sauce. They all have sweet chilli, nobody here apparently (with the exception of yours truly) ever asks for the hot stuff.
We didn't get to Ben Lomond today as it would have been dark by the time we came down the mountain. Not a good idea for a place with roads of the quality we've been told to expect, especially as we've not seen them yet. Tomorrow for sure Paula says.
There was some sort of emergency going on down on the coast as we came back up to St Mary's. Three emergency vehicles passed by going down at a rate of knots. With that road, it's surprising they didn't come off and head down the fast way.
There was a lively fire at the Avoca tip as we got back to town too. It looked suspiciously deliberate as the council guy who supervises the tip on Saturdays and Wednesdays was locking the gate for his knocking off time as we went by and the fire was still well ablaze. By the smell of it, it wasn't just the wood and garden waste pile either, there was definitely plastics involved.
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