Classic monsters like mummies, giants and centaurs mix it up with monstrous versions of celebs and local townspeople in north-west Tasmania.
Check out one woman’s unique gift at Dr Frankenstein’s Museum of Monsters. I even got to take home a pierced pickled tongue as a souvenir.
Ambition is a noble thing, but in regional tourism it is definitely possible to be too ambitious. While Super Bee’s honey was (and still is) very tasty indeed, the addition of unconvincing fairytale dioramas and second-rate mini golf ended up cheapening the things it did really really well.