A flashback from Tasmania last March when we were on Bruny Island. There’s a map in this post that shows where we were. There are a few berry picking farms in Tasmania, enough that there’s even a lovely tourist brochure highlighting them all for you. We decided to save our berry picking adventures for Bruny Island where we visited…are you ready?…the aptly named Bruny Island Berry Farm. This could possibly be the best berry farm location ever. Right across from the water! Unfortunately by waiting this long into our trip to Tasmania we pretty much missed berry picking season. They told us to have a wander through anyway, and if the kids found a few strawberries they could feel free to pick them. TurboBug was way more interested in the little owl bobble-head statues. He kept pointing out their ears, eyes, and noses. I was afraid he’d accidentally take the head off one of them! [He would have been about 20 months old here. So that means four months later we were on the Sunshine Coast in QLD, since that’s where we celebrated his birthday!] We did find a few berries here and there, they grow many different kinds on the farm. I think this is a blueberry, at least it looks like one that isn’t quite the right colour yet. We wondered about the tazziberries but didn’t get to try any. Do they only grow in Tasmania? We did pick a couple of strawberries each. I think SkeeterBug (10) found the only large one they had left! After our berry picking adventure we sampled the lovely ice cream. Don’t worry, the youngest was not forgotten. He even held it up for a picture. They had one of those tennis games set up, we have one of these packed away at home so the kids were happy to see it. I convinced JitterBug (7) to let his little brother have a turn with him for a little while. He obliged and TurboBug lost interest before long and JitterBug had it all to himself. Because there was an awesome old truck to play with. What else could a toddler need? I walked down to have a little wander on the beach. The weather was getting cooler by then, beach season in Tassie was pretty much over by March, or at least it was this far south. If I’m remembering correctly, that’s Penguin Island in the distance which we saw more closely when we did the walk to Grass Point. Lovely, lovely Tasmania, how lucky we are to have visited you!