Beauty Point

I stepped off the plane and couldn’t really discern a valley or river. Launceston city in the Tamar Valley was only 15 minutes away, and it would take me another 45 to get to Beauty Point.

On the way, one of Tasmania’s sixty great short walks, Tamar Island Wetlands, would build a hunger for lunch and I was captivated by the array of birds, reptiles and cultural values of the ecosystem. It felt other worldy as I walked between rows of head-high native grasses onto islands and across lagoons, out to the river.

A quick search told me Timbre was going to be my lunch stop and I over indulged in a $55.00 small plate menu, which prides itself on involving the community in its ingredients and conveniently sites itself in the middle of Velo vineyard. 

Beauty Point
Sunset over Waterton Hall
Beauty Point
Enjoying dinner
Beauty Point - Wingtons Glamping
Inside glamping dome
Kayaking at sunset
Kayaking at sunset
Beauty Point beach from the air
West Head
Inspection Head Wharf by air
Inspection Head Wharf

My destination was to be Wingtons Glamping for the night and with the autumn sun reclining quickly, I decided to check in early and float in the supremely deep bath before dining by the fire and contemplating the thread count in my Antarctic inspired robe. Graham, one of the hosts, had kindly offered to source dinner and a simple gourmet platter he picked up from Holm Oak was enough after lunch to have me dive into the Hungarian goose down duvet with a hot water bottle and watch the flames flicker in the macro wood heater.

The soft sound of water gliding along the estuary woke me early, and watching the carpet of fog dance along the surface, I opted against a pre-breakfast kayak and instead took a short drive to West Head and watched the sun rise over Bass Strait from the lookout.

Insta-feed satiated, I cruised back into Beauty Point and sought out a fish bowl of coffee at the River Café.

Sitting in the window I took the locals recommendation of a BLT&G on sour dough as I gazed on the river. The very large Seahorse World and Platypus House signs emblazoned across the entire length of Inspection Head Wharf drew me in for their morning tours. Holding a seahorse in my hand made me both nervous and delighted – having Edwina the Echidna sitting on my shoes while she slurped mealworms for morning tea had me overcome.

After I’d laid on the grass at Cabbage Tree Hill wine, imbibing rose’ and listening to some dulcet tenor, I again took advice on foraging at Yorktown Organics, Winterbrook and Nigel’s Gourmet, which wasn’t really foraging, but they also stock many other local producers. I pulled in to Domescapes for the evening and used their pizza oven to cook, while Doug and Nellie (the vineyard dog), a few visitors and I shared my spoils with their pizza and the view down over the vines.

Next day, a self-guided tour through the ten-thousand-artefact Beaconsfield Mine and Heritage Centre and I couldn’t avoid trying the Happy Place Farmhouse Ale right next door at Miners Gold – the place for astonishingly good craft beer – and, well, I’m on holiday so now I’m going to bathe in a waterfall at Holwell Gorge and then retreat to my cottage idyll back in Beauty Point and watch the yachts sail by.