Glimpses of Bruny Island, shortly after take -off The Adventure Begins... Things didn’t look all that promising on Mother’s Day. It dawned grey and drizzly and it was 6 0 C as I made my way to Cambridge Airport. Next I was squished into a tiny six -seater Cessna that didn’t stand much taller than I did. There were three other passengers, all Tasmanians - all female and former hockey players, plus Michael the pilot and Mick the guide, who was also the chief cook, ship’s captain and sommelier. The seat was a bit small and my knees were uncomfortably jammed up against the seat in front, but as we headed South the clouds parted and there were splendid glimpses of South Arm, Bruny Island – who knew it was so big, the Channel and beyond, until at last we turned right at Clayton's Corner, at the very bottom of Tasmania. I’d come this far on foot via the South Cape Track, but beyond that all was a mystery. There is something very personal about flying like this and while exciting f...
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