Last Saturday Her Royal Highness, Mrs O Henry and I went on one of our fabulous Road Trips, driven by His Royal Highness (fortunately not Prince Phillip). It is such a pleasure to be in a higher car and not have to drive. So much to see.
We proceeded to Hobart comme d'habitude but dropped a lefty on to Sandy Bay Road and committed to the Channel Highway. Battery Point and Sandy Bay are old stomping grounds for Mrs O Henry after she left the farm to work in the city as a young thing. I also have a bit of history there so the dialogue was fast and nostalgic. We hugged the coast around Taroona, Kingston and Blackmans Bay, definitely roads less travelled for me. Then on to Tinderbox. I know I've been there before but I always feel a sense of panic and want to get away - purely because of the incendiary nomenclature and a memory of a horror fairy tale featuring a cat with eyes the size of saucers. Anyway, I was a bit more grown up on this occasion and fell in love with Tinderbox.
A fantasy life in this house overlooking the beach.
Stretch out and touch Dennes Point on Bruny Island.
Look down D'Entrecasteaux Channel and glimpse the Bruny Island ferry (amid the meteors).
Onwards and downwards through Kettering and Woodbridge, right turn to Grandvewe sheep cheesery (and I don't just mean the name).
Wowsers. We were Frenched out. Invited to a tasting of sheep cheeses, pinot paste, gin and vodka. All the non-cheese products contain sheep milk whey. Everything is delicieux. Tres delicieux.
So we lunched. Mrs O Henry and His Majesty opting for scones, Her Majesty had a blue cheese soup which smelled and looked divine. I had haloumi grilled with honey and walnuts and served on leaves with semi dried tomatoes (hadn't seen them for a while) and cornichons. Everything beautifully decorated with fresh herbs and flowers. Mon Dieu.
I did a little bit of shopping and have been enjoying scrumptious lunches ever since. The Pinot Paste is on a par with Maggie Beer's Burnt Fig Jam.
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