One thing the heartlands of Tasmania is very good at is creating a kind of geographical porthole ...
Image – Cradle Mountain in Winter. Credit: Tourism Australia & Graham Freeman
From its world class whisky to the mist cloaked mountains, the grey sheep spotted glens to a local uniform that is very partial to gum-boots and knit hats — the whole region bares an uncanny resemblance to the Scottish Isles. But with sun.
Image – Cradle Mountain Huts Walk. Credit: Tourism Tasmania & Tim HUghes. Tas Walking Co
No place does this more thoroughly than World Heritage-listed Cradle Mountain-Lake, St Clair National Park. The windy mountain highlands, only a few hours drive from Hobart, are famous for being one of the state’s most beautiful hikes to suit all walkers.
Image – Peppers Cradle Mountain Lodge. Credit: Paul Fleming
The landscape around Cradle Mountain is stunning and disarmingly diverse; ancient rainforests roll into fields of buttongrass then switch abruptly into alpine heathlands. Ice cold streams carve through jagged granite mountainsides and grandad pines stand sentinel over glassy lakes.
This is winter country; completely unique and unnervingly otherworldly. A tear in the space-time continuum that delivers you in the middle of the Scottish Highlands. Or Narnia. How the hell can this still be Australia?