Tasmania || Pig in a Paddock

As we were driving through Tasmania, when we stopped into a little town for a meat pie for lunch. Whilst we were eating our tasty steak and kidney pies a man on a motorbike happens to share a random piece of information with us “Hey if you have some time make a detour up the road and check out the pub in the paddock with the pig”. Sounded random and peaked our interests so we decided to follow his worldly advice.

We found the pub in the paddock easily enough, and went inside to see what all the fuss was about. It is a tiny little building with friendly bar staff. We order a beer and sat looking at each other, then the women behind the bar offers us the opportunity to “buy the Pig a beer or two”. Ah-ok! We buy the beer, head to the paddock to find Priscilla and the minute she saw us she made a bee-line not to us, but to the beer. Holy pig can she guzzle it down.

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