So, I come to the end of the road with Launceston: Sunday morning, I leave Launceston on a permanent basis. I'll be back a few times between now and whenever, but as far as a long-last relationship goes, Launceston and I have decided to part ways.
I'll miss the place. However, I am leaving here to embark on a new adventure in life, which makes me VERY excited.
See youse!
...or as David Lynch might say: it's crazy clown time.
For some reason, I always imagine this concrete thingy is part of the old terminus for the Launceston trolley-car system. Whatever it is, it's been given a recent makeover by some spray-happy chaps/chapettes.
Mind your step, dawdlers - Inveresk may no longer be an industrial zone servicing Tasmania's rail infrastructure, but it still hosts a small restored tram which runs on weekends.
Ah, my favourite bit of Launceston: Inveresk (can you tell?). It's hard for me to imagine what this place was like, back when it was still a functioning industrial site - particularly when the trees are looking so green and leafy. It's a subject that's been done to death recently in art, but something really appeals to me about nature reclaiming a derelict industrial site.
Of course, in this case, it's nothing to do with nature doing it's thing - as is probably quite obvious, this is a nicely landscaped and deliberately planned reclamation where the grass and rusty rails are both integral. Full points to the people who made it happen.
(The coffee is also excellent from the local cafe, by the way...)
