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-Unfortunately, the weather was not the best on Easter Saturday when we set out for Lakes Belton and Belcher, and I'm afraid that sense of humour, which is so necessary to a bushwalker, was brought very much to the fore. We arrived at Lake
+Unfortunately, the weather was not the best on Easter Saturday when we set out for Lakes Belton and Belcher, and I'm afraid that sense of humour, which is so necessary to a bushwalker, was brought very much to the fore. We arrived at Lake Belton, after haring a splendid view of Adamson's Peak, very wet, but with high spirits, and although the rain was pouring down, we had our lunch in front of a huge fire, (A good bushman can always light a fire in the wet). Lake Belton and Belcher are joined by a small waterfall and are about 300 ft. higher than Lake
-Belton, after haring a splendid view of Adamson's Peak, very wet, but with high
+Fenton. All these little lakes have their individual charm, and as one walker wandered ahead, her figure was silhouetted on the surface of the water.
-spirits, and although the rain was pouring down, we had our lunch in front of a
-huge fire, (A good bushman can always light a fire in the wet). Lake Belton and
-Belcher are joined by a small waterfall and are about 300 ft. higher than Lake
-Fenton. All these little lakes have their individual charm, and as one walker
-wandered ahead, her figure was silhouetted on the surface of the water.
-Sunday morning I was awakened by someone rubbing in my face, what I though
+Sunday morning I was awakened by someone rubbing in my face, what I though was wet bread, but which turned out to be snow. As I gradually regained my faculties I realised the whole place was covered in a mantle of white. Snow, was gently but surely falling at Lake Fenton on Easter Sunday. This was an unexpected surprise, as coming from N.S.W we get few opportunities of seeing the snowflakes softly falling, and I felt my trip was worth while, if only for the view I got on leaving the Hut. From every tree and shrub were hanging white icicles, and the
-was wet bread, but which turned out to be snow. As I gradually regained my faculties I realised the whole place was covered in a mantle of white. Snow, was
+paths looked so white and soft, that it seemed almost a crime to disturb the snow. This day promised to be the best of the trip, from a walking and scenic point of view. Quite a good walker of the main party, picked a small party of five to do a trip with him, and I was one of the lucky members. We left the Huts about 9.30 a.m. in a light snow storm, and skirted the northern side of Lake Fenton, and across Kangaroo Moor to Lake Webster. Lake Webster is slightly smaller than Fenton, but has much prettier surroundings. From the Lake we rose sharply, and then dropped a
-gently but surely falling at Lake Fenton on Easter Sunday. This was an unexpected
+little to Twilight Tarn, on which is built the Tasmanian Ski Club Hut. We had lunch here and then started on again for Mt. Mawson. Leaving Twilight Tarn we walked in a southerly direction, with the new Ski Club Hut at Lake Newdigate as our first objective. We crossed the Broad River, and then followed it up for awhile until we came within sight of the Twisted Tarn. Standing on a shelf only about 100 ft, above the Tarn, all the beauty of this little spot was magnified. The tarn is aptly named, for it twists all over the place, as if endeavouring to run away from itself.
-surprise, as coming from N.S.W we get few opportunities of seeing the snowflakes
-softly falling, and I felt my trip was worth while, if only for the view I got on
-leaving the Hut. From every tree and shrub were hanging white icicles, and the
-paths looked so white and soft, that it seemed almost a crime to disturb the snow.
-This day promised to be the best of the trip, from a walking and scenic point of
-view. Quite a good walker of the main party, picked a small party of five to do a
-trip with him, and I was one of the lucky members. We left the Huts about 9.30 a.m.
-in a light snow storm, and skirted the northern side of Lake Fenton, and across
-Kangaroo Moor to Lake Webster. Lake Webster is slightly smaller than Fenton, but
-has much prettier surroundings. From the Lake we rose sharply, and then dropped a
-little to Twilight Tarn, on which is built the Tasmanian Ski Club Hut. We had lunch
-here and then started on again for Mt. Mawson. Leaving Twilight Tarn we walked in a
-southerly direction, with the new Ski Club Hut at Lake Newdigate as our first objective. We crossed the Broad River, and then followed it up for awhile until we came within sight of the Twisted Tarn. Standing on a shelf only about 100 ft, above the Tarn, all the beauty of this little spot was magnified. The tarn is aptly named, for it twists all over the place, as if endeavouring to run away from itself.
-Leaving this spot behind, there was more beauty ahead, I can't imagine anything
+Leaving this spot behind, there was more beauty ahead, I can't imagine anything more picturesque and inspiring than, one's first view of the Tarn Shelf, with Lake Newdigate passed on the way. The Tarn Shelf is a plateau of rock, with Mt. Field West (4,721 ft.) away in the background. On this plateau are six tarns - small
-more picturesque and inspiring than, one's first view of the Tarn Shelf, with Lake
-Newdigate passed on the way. The Tarn Shelf is a plateau of rock, with Mt. Field
-West (4,721 ft.) away in the background. On this plateau are six tarns - small
 pools, sparkling in the one ray of sun we had on the trip - and named after two men, Robert Mackenzie Johnston and James Backhouse Walker. Possibly it was unfortunate that we saw the Tarn Shelf on a day with snow lying on the ground, but to me the white mantle added to the beauty. I was very loath to leave this spot, which seemed to be ours alone, as no one had walked through the virgin snow before us that day. But time waits not for the walker, and we walked on to Mt. Mawson, taking photos of Lake Seal lying about 1,000 ft, below the Tarn Shelf, and just curls away round one of the hills. Walking and sliding down Mawson, we had a close view of Lake Dobson, and also said good-bye to the lakes and tarns of Fenton. Reluctantly I turned my feet towards Wombat Moor, and so home round the southern side of Lake Fenton.
 This is one of the trips that will always be a living memory with me. Bushwalkers who go out for the sheer joy of walking, and delight in the beauties that come to them. will find their reward in this area, which the Tasmanian Government has wisely made a National Reserve.
-I will not be content now until I have returned, to this happy Island, to renew
+I will not be content now until I have returned, to this happy Island, to renew the friendships I made with members of the Hobart Walking Club, and refresh my memory with the scenes I do not want to forget.
-the friendships I made with members of the Hobart Walking Club, and refresh my
-memory with the scenes I do not want to forget.
 It is no wonder then, that sitting on the verandah of the Bush Hotel, New Norfolk, gasing at the trees reflected in the Derwent River. Wallace was inspired to write "Scenes that are brightest" one of the gems of the English Opera "Maritana."