by Jonathan Leeming in Cool Travel on Thursday 19 September 2013

Only 18km south of Launceston, en route to Hobart, on the banks of the South Esk River, sits the small historic town of Evandale, which various locals had suggested that I check out. Whilst there’s not all that much to do there, its quaint historic buildings, old-fashioned shops and traditional signage, all situated amidst hugely picturesque countryside, appealed to my sense of nostalgia. It reminded me of England (in a good way).

After taking snaps of everything in sight, I continued on towards Hobart; with one final stop to photograph what I thought excitedly was a Yak, grazing in a field on the side of the road, only to be told by a passing local, some minutes later, that no, it was in fact Ollie the Highland cow. Oh well.

The two-hour drive, for the most part through pleasant green fields, passed in no time (cruise control and an iPod no doubt helping), and the sun was setting by the time I began my approach to Hobart, where I couldn’t help noticing that the topography had gradually changed, becoming much more hilly, even mountainous in places.

Before I knew it, I was driving across the Tasman Bridge, which seemed to hold a special significance: having never been to Hobart before, passing over this famous landmark felt to me as though I was being granted access to the city.

And what a city it turned out to be.