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The Examiner's travel writer David Scott relates his Tasmanian holiday experiences.
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 WE take the old-school way to Deloraine.
These days the old Bass Highway is the road less travelled.
Perhaps a generation ago the landmarks were familiar. Motorists would go past Rutherglen Holiday Village just after Hadspen, see the entrance to Entally House on your right, wait for one of the rare passing opportunities ... that sort of stuff.
My father is in the car for this trip and recalls that the highway just west of Travellers Rest _ Beams Hollow _ was prone to flooding and Launceston traffic sometimes had to detour through Westwood and emerge on the West Tamar at Riverside.
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 IT is quick. A glimpse so fleeting that you ask yourself if it really happened.
Killer whale. Just 10 metres behind the boat. It emerges from the wake for less than a second. Then it is gone.
That unmistakable black-and-white pattern. Orca.
Free Willy. I am on the top deck and race downstairs.
``Did you see it? A killer whale. Just behind us.''
There are four of us aboard. Launcestonians John Parry, Barney Brough, me and St Helens-based skipper Rocky Carosi.
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 AMI Nakamura is walking a visitor through her tranquil retreat near Margate.
She points out the window of one of the spa treatment rooms and explains the meaning of the pebble garden outside.
The white pebbles represent life's journey and a stone island is the destination, perhaps heaven.
The symbolism is strong at Harmony Hill Wellness and Organic Spa Retreat.
Ms Nakamura was a highly regarded healer and artist in her native Japan when she visited Tasmania for a holiday 13 years ago.
She recalls being mesmerised by the island state.
"I was drawn to the beauty of Tasmania."
Ms Nakamura says she was "totally amazed" by what she saw and decided that Tasmania was the place to build a spa that would be cleansing for the body, mind and spirit.
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 THE aroma of burning peat wafts across the table.
The peat smoke reminds me of a pub on some lost Sunday somewhere in Wales.
Peat does not have a big profile in Tasmania, although I suspect it's kept the heat up to families who have made their homes in the state's high country. The bushwalkers' friend, Deny King, burned peat sometimes at Melaleuca to stave off South-West chills.
The partially carbonised vegetable matter is, however, a central part of the story behind the first small-scale distilling licence granted in Australia for more than 150 years.
The idea of Tasmanian whisky came to surveyor Bill Lark a quarter-century ago on a fishing trip to Lake Sorell with his father-in-law, Max Stewart.
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