Back from yet another trip to Tasmania. No 20 pounders this time, but lots of sun – even on the notoriously stormy west coast. Actually we probably had more sun that we wanted, if I can say that without sounding like an ingrate. One of our targets was brook trout and it seems they’re a fish that favours a bit of chop and grey skies. Hoping for clouds and wind while visiting one of the best polaroiding destinations on earth felt very odd, but apparently brookies are like that.
Lake Plimsoll - very pretty, but some wind and grey skies would have been nice.
Eventually we ended up in the CentraL Highlands, where a blue sky day was something to celebrate. Great Lake and the Nineteen Lagoons turned on good, honest polaroiding and the world was as it should be.
