We soon discovered that just because you have a book titled 100 Walks in Tasmania, doesn't mean you are equipped for bush walking. But we decided to give it a crack anyway. My idea of a walk of several kilometres would usually involve a large shopping district and a civilised lunch at the end. Knowing that we were going to be a few hours at the mercy of nature with no Sherpa to carry the silverware, I buttered the date slices and packed the thermos. Heaven forbid we find ourselves at any destination without access to life saving cups of english breakfast and cake. So on this day of Anzac remembrance we put on our shiny Kathmandu outfits and headed off towards Mt Wellington. We hadn't been driving long when we realised we had forgotten the milk and the tea bags. We had hot water. So having pulled into a nearby service station we now had milk, all two litres of it (they had nothing smaller) and a box of tea bags to add to the pack. So off we went. From Fern Tree at the base of Mt Wellington we walked the Pipeline track towards the Silver Falls. Through eucalyptus forests with a steady climb for unconditioned legs like mine, I did at one point consider why we opted for this over a perfectly acceptable stair master at the gym, complete with off button, but soldiered on regardless. By now Tenzing Bowers, carrying the catering was far ahead of me. After about an hour and a half our resting place was the Springs. Only no springs that I could see. We crossed a busy tourist road where the Springs Hotel once stood and now housed an information centre, covered gas barbecue areas and a coffee shop. Yes, a coffee shop complete with not only coffee but tea and milk. Nonetheless we sat down at the picnic table, made our tea and ate our date slice. Although we couldn't resist a look at our summit cafe offerings complete with homemade cakes, pies and sausage rolls. They looked too good to pass up. We walked off with two steaming hot pork and fennel sausage rolls, with excellent buttery pastry. We ate them out of the bag. We were in the wilderness, after all.