Who would have thought that the Tasman Peninsula would be such an outstanding destination for sightseeing with great walks, sandy beaches, rugged cliffs, blowholes, secluded caves and fishing spots?
Let me tell you a story about a boy called Joseph Moles, my third great grandfather on my mother’s side of the family. He came, much like a lot of Australians, by convict ship in 1840 to the shores of Van Dieman’s Land (or Tasmania) to Hobart.