Where’s Malcolm?

Last week was one of the coldest nights and morning we have experienced for a while. I left Hobart on Tuesday morning and the temperature seemed to get colder the further up the highway. As I approached Oatlands the frost was so heavy one could have almost thought that it was snow! 

At Ross I turned left and headed for Cressy and along the way captured some great pictures for you. I particularly like the fence frosted up with the frosty tussocks behind.

This ever-changing landscape is what I love about my cruising around Tasmania. No two trips are the same.