Family Adventure to Cradle Mountain

Whispers of the Earth, Echoes of the Sky

Today was a day of contrasts, a journey from the depths of the earth to the soaring heights of Tasmania's majestic landscape. We ventured into the silent, sparkling embrace of ancient caves and stood on the precipice of dramatic cliffs, feeling the wind whip around us as we gazed at endless horizons. It was a day where the children's eyes widened with wonder, and Aisha and I felt that familiar thrill of discovery that makes every family adventure worthwhile.

Our day began, as many do on holiday, with a hearty breakfast. We found ourselves at the Hungry Wombat Cafe, a charming spot that promised a good 'feed' before our explorations. I opted for a classic Aussie burger, Farah chose French toast, and even Imani, usually a creature of habit, branched out with a stack of pancakes. Aisha enjoyed a simple bacon roll with a cup of tea. It was exactly the kind of honest, filling fare we needed to fuel our adventures. The 'Wombat', as the kids affectionately dubbed it, certainly lived up to its name, leaving us all happily stuffed and ready to go. I must remember to try the curried prawn and chicken pies next time.


Experience the charm of Hungry Wombat Cafe in Tasmania - where delicious meals meet breathtaking landscapes.

With our appetites sated, we set off towards our first destination: King Solomons Cave. The drive itself was beautiful, winding through lush Tasmanian countryside. As an archivist, I am always fascinated by the stories that places hold, and I found myself imagining the countless years it took for these landscapes to form. Upon arrival, we were greeted by the cool, damp air that always seems to cling to cave entrances. The kids, of course, were instantly excited, their imaginations already running wild with tales of hidden treasures and subterranean worlds.


Discover the stunning underground world of King Solomon's Cave, a must-see natural wonder in Tasmania's Mole Creek Karst National Park.

The guided tour took us deep into the heart of the cave, a realm of delicate formations and shimmering colours. The cave is compact, yet lavishly decorated with a variety of formations and sparkling calcite crystals. Our guide was excellent, sharing stories of the cave's discovery and the geological processes that shaped it over millennia. Farah was particularly captivated by the stalactites and stalagmites, asking endless questions about how they grow. Imani, ever the pragmatist, was more interested in the cave's inhabitants, especially the threatened species that call it home.

It is within the Earth's embrace that we discover the silent stories of time, and in the sky's vast expanse that we find the boundless possibilities of our own journey.

As we ventured deeper, the cave revealed its hidden wonders. The kids were amazed by the colours and shapes, their faces lit by the soft glow of the tour guide's lamp. I couldn't help but think of my work at the British Library, surrounded by ancient documents and artifacts. This cave felt like a different kind of archive, a natural library of the Earth's history, written in stone and water. The highlight for me was the formation that gave the cave its name. With a little imagination, I could make out the profile of King Solomon, watching over his sparkling 'diamonds'.

Emerging from the cool darkness of King Solomons Cave, we felt as though we had stepped into another world. The bright Tasmanian sunshine was almost blinding, and the air was filled with the scent of eucalyptus and damp earth. It was time to ascend to our next destination: Devil's Gullet Lookout.


Experience the stunning panoramic views at Devil's Gullet Lookout, a must-see destination for nature lovers in Tasmania's Central Plateau.

The drive to Devil's Gullet Lookout was an adventure in itself, taking us along winding gravel roads through the Central Highlands. As we climbed higher, the landscape transformed, the lush greenery giving way to rugged alpine terrain. The air grew crisper, and the views became more and more expansive. I was glad we had remembered to pack our rain jackets, as the weather in these parts can change in an instant, and insect repellent which I had forgotten to pack in London.

Finally, we arrived at the lookout. Even from the car park, the views were impressive, but it was the short walk along the boardwalk that truly took our breath away. As we emerged onto the viewing platform, we were greeted by a vista of staggering beauty. Before us lay a vast chasm, carved by glaciers over millennia, its sheer cliffs plunging into the valley below. In the distance, we could see the peaks of Cradle Mountain, their rugged silhouettes etched against the horizon. The kids were awestruck, their usual chatter replaced by hushed whispers.

The wind was fierce at Devil's Gullet Lookout, whipping at our clothes and carrying the scent of pine and snow. I wrapped my arm around Farah, feeling the familiar surge of protectiveness that comes with being a parent. It was a moment of profound connection, a shared experience of awe and wonder that transcended words. Aisha pointed out Mount Ossa, Tasmania's highest point, and we all strained our eyes to catch a glimpse of the remote Walls of Jerusalem National Park. It was a landscape that spoke of ancient forces and timeless beauty, a reminder of the power and fragility of the natural world.

As we stood there, gazing at the seemingly endless expanse of the Tasmanian wilderness, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. The stresses of London life seemed a million miles away, replaced by the simple joy of being together, of experiencing something extraordinary as a family. It was a moment I knew we would all cherish for years to come.

Before leaving the area, we made a quick stop at the Great Lake General Store. It was a welcome sight after our windswept adventure. We picked up some snacks for the road, and I couldn't resist browsing the selection of local crafts and souvenirs. It's always nice to find a little something to remind us of our travels, a tangible connection to the places we've explored. Aisha bought a small wooden wombat for Imani, who has developed a particular fondness for these quirky marsupials. I secured a map of the Great Lake region, already contemplating future adventures.


Explore the essence of Tasmania at the Great Lake General Store, where local culture meets scenic beauty.

For dinner, we decided to treat ourselves to a meal at the Highland Restaurant, known for its fine dining experience. The restaurant lived up to its reputation. The menu was a celebration of Tasmanian produce, with dishes showcasing local cheeses, wines, and seafood. I opted for the Mount Roland porterhouse steak, while Aisha chose the Tasmanian rainbow trout croquettes. The kids, predictably, went for simpler options, but even they were impressed by the quality of the ingredients. The atmosphere was elegant and inviting, and the service was impeccable. It was the perfect way to end a day of exploration and adventure.


Experience modern Australian cuisine surrounded by breathtaking views in Cradle Mountain National Park.

As I reflect on today's journey, I am struck by the sheer diversity of Tasmania's landscape. From the depths of King Solomons Cave to the heights of Devil's Gullet Lookout, we experienced the full spectrum of nature's wonders. It was a day of contrasts, a reminder that true beauty can be found in the most unexpected places.

Tomorrow, we plan to continue our exploration of Cradle Mountain-Lake St Clair National Park, with a visit to Hartnett Falls and the New Pelion Hut. I am particularly excited about the prospect of seeing Hartnett Falls, as I have heard that it is a truly spectacular sight. I’m also hoping to sample some local brews at The Top Pub, if time permits. For now, though, it's time to rest and recharge, ready for another day of adventure in this magical corner of the world.