The Beauty Of Bruny Boathouse, Bruny Island
Leaving the north-east behind us, we hit the road and made a beeline for Bruny Island, saying a quick hello to Hobart along the way.
Taking the Bruny Island Ferry from the mainland, a quick 15-minutes later, our wheels were rolling onto the island roads, with our journey south having a few more miles yet.
What met us was that wild Tasmanian weather, which until now, we'd only heard about; with dark clouds rolling through and fierce winds that stir you to seek shelter, and simply stay in.
Luckily, checking in to Bruny Boathouse provided a restful retreat to weather the storm; a quaint little boathouse, nestled on the grassy hillside, with panoramic views across the bay to Satelite Island.
Given how this raw weather was looking to likely hold fast, we happily embraced all of the comforts that the boathouse bestowed, by keeping snug in the secluded corner of the living room, with generous bi-fold windows, where we could idly watch the waves crash onto the nearby jetty.
We also spent a lot of time around the cosy dining table, pouring ourselves some complimentary G&T, and setting up for an all-nighter game of poker. And whenever bedtime struck, we retired to a sea of linen in the bedroom, with the whistling wind lulling us off to sleep.
If ever there was a perfect place to forget about the outside world for a while, it’s right here.
During those brief moments that the blustery weather subsided, we headed out to see all that Bruny Island had to offer.
What we found was an abundance of natural beauty; from scenic cliffs and secluded beaches, such as Adventure Bay Beach and Conleys Beach.
We also discovered a foodie trail that had us sampling local oysters from Get Shucked; a popular oyster farm and bar, as well as craft cheeses, beers, and bread from Bruny Island Cheese Company; a quaint artisan store selling locally produced goods.
And then, of course, there’s the famous Bruny Baker; a roadside stall where you can grab some freshly baked sourdough and chocolate-topped Anzac cookies, tucked into retro fridges, under the shade of billowing gums.
Stocking up on these local delights meant that we were well set up for our stay at Bruny Boathouse, where we certainly took advantage of this quiet island life, blissfully cocooned, and in a world of our own.
