Eventually I began to crest the hill and behold vistas on the Lyell Highway side of the hill. Glimpses of the Derwent River appeared from time to time.
Amidst the rolling cleared paddocks with their sheep, one was cultivated.
I wasn’t sure of the vegetable but it seemed as if the crop was cabbages bolting towards seeding. Rather strange they were not picked earlier. Were they intended to be animal feed?
The afternoon was glorious. The spring blue sky colour, the variations in the landscape, the occasional jigsaw pieces of Derwent River which popped into view, and the rural quietness were splendid.