Leaving for Bridestowe Lavender Farm.
Our first stop was purely coincidental. When I saw the town called Lilydale, I joked to KT perhaps that is where we get the Lilydale free-range chickens from. Then I spotted this shop:
After missing the turn-off into the farm, we arrived at the farm after 10am. For a lavender estate of that size (according to the website, one of the world's largest lavender farms), it was pretty inconspicuous. As we turned into the parking lot, we realised that there were very few visitors. As soon as we got out of the car, we were greeted with the sight of this:
128 acres of this!
Bees hard at work!
How I pestered KT to get me one of these wheat pack lavender-scented bears - I named him Bear-bear Adventure.
After retail therapy, we went into the cafe to try the lavender-scented ice-cream. It turned out to be lavender-coloured as well! While sitting and looking out into the lavender fields, we licked at the creamy, aromatic ice-cream, and wondered out loud how beautiful the fields would look come December.
This is one of my favourite photos of the Launceston landscape.
The Ninth Island vineyard.
The camera battery lasted long enough for me to take photos of our meal at Daniel Alps before it ran out. Thereafter I relied on the Sony Ericsson 2MP phone camera.
Holm Oak was a different kettle of fish. Pinot the resident pig was a distraction from wine-tasting, one that I gladly indulged in. Pinot was also of the same opinion. I read its description, and I found out, after a few apples, Pinot would sit when I asked it to!
In disbelieve, I ran back outside, fed Pinot more apples, before glimpsing what I thought could be a slight bulge in the hind area. Eh??? A hermaphrodite of a pig??? After much pondering and feeding, KT came out, and it was time to go. After a few more apples, and showing KT Pinot's sitting trick, we left, driving back to Launceston.
The last stop was at another lavender farm we passed by on our way back to Launceston, where I bought a bar of soap (KT may be a hoarder of wines, I am the hoarder of all things fragrant). This farm was much much smaller than Bridestowe's, and at close to 5pm (closing time for most shops in Tasmania), we were the only visitors. Still, the lady at the counter served us with cheer and a smile.