The first time my wife and I visited Queenstown, in December 2016, we were on our honeymoon. We stayed one night and then continued on to Stanley and its iconic Nut – exactly the sort of place honeymooners in Tasmania like to go. I didn’t plan on ever returning to Queenstown.
Five years later, flying direct from Perth to Hobart, the plane crossed the west coast. Down amid the greenery, I spied a grey scar on the landscape that could only be Queenstown. My intention had been to spend time in southern Tasmania before travelling up the east coast and looping back around via Launceston. No doubt that’s exactly what most visitors to Tasmania do, eschewing the west coast entirely. But my wife, who wasn’t accompanying me on this trip, pointed
