YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK....
'The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.'
L.P. Hartley.....The Go-Between.
Just came back from four days in Tasmania. It was my Christmas present from hubby, and we visited the first three towns that we did nearly 30 years ago on our Honeymoon. (awwwww)
As we did so many years ago, that first morning in Launceston we travelled to Cataract Gorge .
We walked around, marvelling at how little had changed. At the cafe we found that raisin toast was still on the menu and ordered it for breakfast (just as we did way back then).
This time we ate outside, our arms bared to the early autumn sun. But once again we fed crusts to the peacocks.
Although these would be the great great, perhaps even another great, grandchildren of the ones we fed all those years ago.
We spent the next night in St Helens and then headed down to Bicheno
It was interesting to see what had changed from what we remembered - and my memory is not good at the best of times- and what had remained the same.
There were new roads, freeways and highways...bypassing so many of the smaller towns that we would have travelled through. New resorts and holiday homes, new upmarket shops and 'tourist destinations'.
But so much was as we remembered.
Except for the raisin toast. I remembered it being thicker slices, spread with real butter...and in those days it was a treat. You felt special when ordering it on the menu. Now it's one of those many things we take for granted.
Waiting Monday night at the airport I did my usual people watching. My glance kept returning to this young couple. They looked so 'young' and happy, both of them unconsciously playing with the unfamiliar weight of brand new wedding rings.
It was a wonderful four days. Brought back many good memories.
Here's looking for another thirty years worth :)
L.P. Hartley.....The Go-Between.
Just came back from four days in Tasmania. It was my Christmas present from hubby, and we visited the first three towns that we did nearly 30 years ago on our Honeymoon. (awwwww)
As we did so many years ago, that first morning in Launceston we travelled to Cataract Gorge .
We walked around, marvelling at how little had changed. At the cafe we found that raisin toast was still on the menu and ordered it for breakfast (just as we did way back then).
This time we ate outside, our arms bared to the early autumn sun. But once again we fed crusts to the peacocks.
Although these would be the great great, perhaps even another great, grandchildren of the ones we fed all those years ago.
We spent the next night in St Helens and then headed down to Bicheno
It was interesting to see what had changed from what we remembered - and my memory is not good at the best of times- and what had remained the same.
There were new roads, freeways and highways...bypassing so many of the smaller towns that we would have travelled through. New resorts and holiday homes, new upmarket shops and 'tourist destinations'.
But so much was as we remembered.
Except for the raisin toast. I remembered it being thicker slices, spread with real butter...and in those days it was a treat. You felt special when ordering it on the menu. Now it's one of those many things we take for granted.
Waiting Monday night at the airport I did my usual people watching. My glance kept returning to this young couple. They looked so 'young' and happy, both of them unconsciously playing with the unfamiliar weight of brand new wedding rings.
It was a wonderful four days. Brought back many good memories.
Here's looking for another thirty years worth :)
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