Tasmania

Travel Theme : Above

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The view from the lookout on the top of Mount Wellington, Hobart, Tasmania.

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As I came down the mountain Hobart spread out before me on both sides of the Derwent River.

We house sat here for 3 months in 2013

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Another memorable flight was over the Bungle, bungles in the Kimberly area. This is the view from above.

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This is the view as I walked toward these amazing formations.

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Travelling is great and there is so much to see, but after an extended trip this is the best view of all from above.

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The best harbour in the world, Sydney. Can you see the iconic sails of the Opera House and the majestic curve of the Harbour Bridge, fondly known as “the old coat-hanger?

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This post is inspired by “ABOVE” Ailsa’s Travel Theme challenge for this week.

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Last taste of Tasmania before we flew home

We are home now but I must take you back to Tasmania for a look along the east coast.

The last few days in Tasmania we hired a car for a final tour along the east coast to a sleepy little town called Bicheno and then down a peninsular to the Freycinet National Park.

Rain had fallen all the previous week, but the day we left we woke to a misty morning but by mid-morning the skies cleared and the sun came out, perfect touring weather.

Being winter most of the tourist attractions closed. No wineries with cellar doors to visit, oyster and seafood farms shut for the season. But the magic views of nature never close. The ancient and rugged, pink granite rock formations of the Hazard Range still tower above the ocean. The waves crash and spray through the blow-hole at Bicheno. Heritage buildings still stand in silent tribute to the past and the convicts and pioneers that built them.

Best of all we had this world to ourselves.

The mist hung around the valleys

The mist hung around the valleys

Suddenly a glorious burst of sunlight pierced the mist

Suddenly a glorious burst of sunlight pierced the mist

What stories does this derelict building hold

What stories does this derelict building hold

Now a home to the sheep

Now a home to the sheep

We pass over the "Spikey Bridge" built by convicts.

We pass over the “Spikey Bridge” built by convicts.

The spikey stones are to stop sheep jumping over the side

The spikey stones are to stop sheep jumping over the side

Most of the way the road winds along the side of the ocean

Most of the way the road winds along the side of the ocean. The range of mountains are part of the Freycinet Peninsular.

Precious wetlands as the sunsets

Precious wetlands as the sunsets, lighting the pink granite of the Hazard mountain range.

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hobart to Bicheno

Wintersun Gardens Motel

Wintersun Gardens Motel

End of day one and we find this delightful motel to stay in. $90 included a full English breakfast. Good night, sweet dreams….. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

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Day 2 dawns wet, rainy and cold but well fortified with bacon and eggs we head for Freycinet National Park. First stop is to check out the blow-hole. Amazingly as we pull into the parking area the rain stops. The sky is still grey but we stay dry as we wait for natures floor show. There she blows….

Jack catches the shot as I catch him catching the shot!

Jack catches the shot as I catch him catching the shot!

The pink granite is stunning , all the folds and formations are a delight to photograph

The pink granite is stunning , all the folds and formations are a delight to photograph

Tourville lighthouse

Tourville lighthouse

From the top we get a tantalising view of Wine Glass Bay in the distance

From the top we get a tantalising view of Wine Glass Bay in the distance

Wine Glass Bay is in the top 10 best beaches in the WORLD. You can only get there either by boat, or a 3 hour walk up and over 300+ steps. I had seen photos of the beach and was keen to see it. Unfortunately being winter the boat tours had finished for the season and the ranger informed us that, due to the rain, the track had been washed away in parts and was very slippery.

So the closest I could get was to zoom in as far as I could to get the glimpse in the photo above

I like to try and get a 3d effect and these rock formations are quite amazing

I like to try and get a 3d effect and these rock formations are quite amazing

We spend the day absorbed with the beauty of nature and so pleased that governments in the past have seen the need to preserve these special places

We spend the day absorbed with the beauty of nature and so pleased that governments in the past have seen the need to preserve these special places

Back down again and the mist is starting to settle in

Back down again and the mist is starting to settle in

Passing boats in the mist

Passing boats in the mist

This is an area I certainly would like to visit again. Next time in the summer when the boats are going to Wine Glass Bay.

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Lingering Look at Windows : Happy cafe

Tasmania is a treasure trove of heritage houses, churches, gaols, bridges, even complete streets. Many of these old buildings are now reinvented into craft shops, boutiques, accommodation, restaurants and cafes. We enjoyed sampling many of them as we explored but one of the best was in Oatlands, a village that boasted over 90 heritage buildings, including 3 historic churches and a faithfully restored and fully operating windmill.

More of them in another post because today I want to show you the delightful ” pancake and crêpe shop”

Pancake and crepe cafe

Pancake and crêpe shop

The day was overcast, a typical winter day, but when we opened the door and stepped inside the warmth and happy atmosphere immediately greeted us. I think the owner set the friendly welcoming ambience. He was a bit of an Aussie larrikin with his sense of humour and smiling welcome to every one. Complete strangers were chatting together and the Dutch lady and her partner on the table next to us introduced themselves and soon we were swapping jokes and stories.

It was one of those places that if we were locals it would become a favourite place to share with friends.

Every one was happy

Every one was happy

The owner was an Aussie larrikin.

The owner was an Aussie larrikin.

Inside was a warm welcome

Inside was a warm welcome

Beautiful decore and interesting fellow diners

Beautiful décor and interesting fellow diners

With home made scones and jam the Devonshire tea was scrumptious. Jack tucked in with gusto…

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This is a weekly challenge hosted by Dawn of “The day after” to find interesting windows so I will add a gallery of  some other windows I found in Oatlands.

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Bruny Island, a day in natures wonderland

Bruny Island is described as rich in history, wild nature, spectacular landscapes and delicious produce.

Another clear, fresh winters day greeted us. It was an early start to catch the 9-30 ferry at Kettering, a 45 minute drive from Hobart. A slight mist covered the D’entrecasteaux Channel, the smoke rose lazily from the cottages on the shore. The 20 minute ferry trip for a return ticket only cost $20 for the car and two people, great bargain.

Early morning

Early morning

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With only one day to explore the time is limited. Being winter many of the “delicious food” and the scenic boat cruises are closed. So instead we opt for a self conducted drive. Bruny is 2 islands joined by a narrow causeway. Our first stop is to climb the steps to the spectacular view along the causeway.

The causeway

The causeway

There are very few tourists at this time of the year and we slowly drive around, taking our time with many photo stops. We did find a small café open for a lunch stop and what a find it was. The owner baked his own muffins using organic produce, almond flour and a mix of nuts and chocolate pieces. They were wholesome and filling and a bonus was the other customer. A young Irish man with his Asian partner. He had picked up a guitar laying in the corner and we enjoyed the beautiful laid back, lilting melodies he played as we ate our lunch. A wood stove in the corner warmed the room and when the music stopped we swapped travel stories.

We were like ships passing in the night, I did not get his name, nor did I make a note of the cafe’s name but that encounter will stay in my memory for a long time.

Our Irish musician

Our Irish musician

We drove along the ocean’s edge, through small villages and up and over a range of hills on a dirt road that wound through a forest reserve. The varied scenery was  beautiful.

This is a photo essay of Bruny Island…

It was only a tantalizing taste of this Island. There is so much more to explore and I hope to return and next time come over here during summer. It maybe swamped by tourists but will also be able to take a boat cruise to see the wild coast line and the wild life that inhabits this area. Stay over night and watch the blue penguins come ashore. Taste the seafood and berries the island is renowned for and go back to that café for another muffin.

We caught the 4-30pm ferry back to the main land and it was dark as we arrived back home and the final memorable sight of the evening was the glorious super moon hanging huge and glowing over our beach, trailing reflections across the water.

Super moon reflections, with the lights of Hobart in the back ground.

Super moon reflections, with the lights of Hobart in the back ground.

 

 

 

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But wait, the day is not over yet…

After viewing the mountain in all its glory we head back down to Hobart.

A stop in a small rest area for a coffee from the thermos brings an unexpected encounter. A group of 3 couples have a cosy fire going on the BBQ plate and the smell drifts across to us. I smile and say “Hello”.

The immediate response is “Come and share our meal.” They are very insistent and we love meeting people so we join them. They are international students, 2 couples are from Iraq and the third couple from Libya. Their English is good and the conversation is lively, sharing our opinions and questions and answers about our different cultures. It is interesting to hear an inside description of these volatile regions.

That is what we love about travel, the people you meet. We drive on discussing the conversation we shared. Suddenly I spot something I must take a closer look at. It is a bus stop, but not an ordinary bus stop. Just take a look at this….

This day is getting more and more interesting. What will we see next.

Jack is very fond of looking around op-shops and in South Hobart is a tip shop extraordinaire we have been told about. We detour to take a look.

Re-cycled art

 

Re-cycled art

 

Now this we simply must see. It is displayed in the art gallery at the Salamanca Markets.

It is almost 3pm and the market folk are packing up but the galleries are still open. What an amazing collection of creations. The imagination of people of all ages is unbelievable. What a challenge that so many have risen to. These are only a very few of what filled the gallery.

As we leave the gallery it is getting dark. Across the road we see people clustered around drums of fire. We must investigate.

Hobart is holding a winter festival called “Dark Mofo”. It is based around art and the MONA art gallery  (We visited this amazing place, click on the link to visit it again). Part of the festival is a medieval feast that is held in the warehouses on the water front. The gates have just opened and the crowds are pouring in. We join them. Inside on an elevated stage a group of 3 musicians are playing medieval type music, “Green sleeves” and similar. Long wooden tables and benches stretch the length of the building. The night chill has settled in and every one is wrapped in warm winter clothes, scarves, gloves and thick jackets are the fashion. The atmosphere is jolly, the noise level is high and the caterers are under pressure. I love being swept around, past the tempting array of food and drink, absorbing the atmosphere. Jack is in his element taking photos of the people.

All the following gallery of photos were taken by Jack.

Well what a day it has been and we haven’t left Hobart yet. We still have another 6 days of adventure and exploring this great little state.

Watch this space….

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Lingering Look at Windows : From the summit of Mount Wellington

We are back….

What a week it has been. The dogs packed their winter woollies and went to stay with our friend Henny and her dogs so we could hire a car and explore this south-east corner of Tasmania.

How lucky we were because after a few days of rain, last Saturday dawned clear and sunny. Mount Wellington smiled down on Hobart. A perfect day for a drive to the summit. In our first week here Kimbra, a friend, took us up the 1270 metres to the top of the mountain, but when we reached the summit the clouds had drifted in and though it was very atmospheric the view was non-existent. (See the post about that day here)

What a difference the sun makes. It was stunning. What a perfect opportunity to showcase the views through the windows of the beautiful purpose-built building at the summit.

Jack taking photos

Jack taking photos

 

On a clear day you can see for ever

On a clear day you can see for ever

 

The beautiful city of Hobart nestled in the valley on the banks of the River Derwent

The beautiful city of Hobart nestled in the valley on the banks of the River Derwent. The 2 beaches in the top right corner are “our” beaches. Bellerive is on the left and Howrah on the right, these are the beaches I walk the dogs along.

Mt Wellington summit

 

Mt Wellington summit

 

Mt Wellington summit

 

The widows were very clean and I wondered who had the contract to keep them that way.

The widows were very clean and I wondered who had the contract to keep them that way.

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The Pinnacle, the very top of the mountain

The Pinnacle, the very top of the mountain, surrounded by the alpine shrubs and rock.

 

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So this was the start of our week. We looked up and saw that Mount Wellington offered fine weather and we weren’t disappointed.

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Each week on Thursday Dawn of “the day after” asks that we post photos of windows we have come across. Having this weekly challenge opens your eyes to the amazing type and style of windows you can find. See what you can find, you may like to show them off in this challenge

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This last week confirmed our opinion of Tasmania. It is interesting, distances are easily covered and a lot can be fitted into each day and it is incredibly photogenic. Over the next few days I will sort through the hundreds of photos and take you on a journey with us through this corner of Tasmania.

I can hardly believe that we only have 4 more days before we fly back to the Gold coast, and 8 weeks have flown by.

 

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Lingering Look at Windows : Mount Nelson

Winter is finally here. A shroud of cloud and misty rain has hidden the majestic Mount Wellington for a week. The temperatures are dropping. Yesterday a break in the clouds revealed the summit.

 With only 14 days left in Hobart I did not want to waste the opportunity for a bus ride to the signal station on Mount Nelson whilst it was visible. So using my $3-20 “all day concession pass” I hopped aboard a local Metro bus.

If Mt Wellington is under a cloud, the much lower Old Signal Station on Mt  Nelson still provides excellent views. When Port Arthur was operating as a penal  site, a series of semaphore stations were positioned on all the high hills and  used to transmit messages across the colony. The one on Mt Nelson – first  established in 1811, though the current building dates from 1910 – served as the  major link between Hobart and the rest of the colony.

The road is narrow and with very sharp bends it requires skilled driving to manoeuvre the large Metro bus round the curves. Cars coming in the opposite direction have to pull to the very edge of the road and stop as the bus swings right across the road to turn these sharp bends.

The day is overcast and grey, not ideal for photography, but I still wander around recording what I see. The signal station was used in the 1800’s to pass semaphore signals, using flags, along to the port and town via a chain of signal boxes. This was in the days before wireless connections.

I think this is a moody and overcast photograph. Quite different to other sunny day photos, but it tells a story of what the day was like. Photography is all about the light.

I think this is a moody and overcast photograph. Quite different to other sunny day photos, but it tells a story of what the day was like. Photography is all about the light.

Only one other Asian couple enjoyed the view and came over to ask me to take their photo on their mobile phone. How communication has changed in 200 years since semaphore. Now that couple can, with a click of a button on their phone, send that photo and a message all round the world in an instant.

I gaze through the window of the signal station, the view is expansive, and the topography would be the same as 200 years before, but the tide of houses and habitation is spreading like a growth up the slopes of the mountain ranges.

Under the window was a panorama of the view outside with all the places named

Under the window was a panorama of the view outside with all the places named

Looking across the Derwent River

Looking across the Derwent River

Suddenly a tiny ray of sunlight highlights the east coast

Suddenly a tiny ray of sunlight highlights the east coast

I turn to look inland and see the signal masters house that is now a very welcome restaurant. I have an hour before the bus comes to take me back down. That means plenty of time for coffee and scones.

I look in the opposite direction that's where I am going now

I look in the opposite direction that’s where I am going now

The coffee warms me and as I walk back to the bus stop I notice a sign to a memorial to Truganini, only 5 minutes along a bush track. I have 10 minutes before the bus arrives.

I almost miss the memorial that blends into the rocky surrounds.

Truganini was the last full-blood Aboriginal to survive the terrible massacre of her people in the black wars of the mid 1800’s

Track to the memorial

Track to the memorial

Truganini memorial, it blends in with the rocks and I walked straight past it

Truganini memorial, it blends in with the rocks and I walked straight past it

Coming back toward the bus stop I noticed it. Truganini memorial

Coming back toward the bus stop I noticed it. Truganini memorial

This is Truganini’s sad story I found on the internet

TRUGANINI

(1812 – 1876)

Truganini was a famous Tasmanian Aborigine.
In her lifetime, she saw her people decimated by murder and disease but refused to be a passive victim.
Her strength and determination persist today within the Palawah people who have lived in the region for over thirty thousand years.
In 1803, the first white settlers arrived in Tasmania, or Van Diemen’s Land as it was known then, and began clearing and farming the land.
Over four thousand Aborigines lived in Tasmania too. Fighting began and continued for many years and hundreds of Aborigines and Europeans were killed.


It was during this turmoil that Truganini was born, around 1812, in the Bruny Island-D’Entrecasteaux Channel area of Tasmania.
She was a vibrant and beautiful girl whose father was an elder of the south-east tribe.
By the time Truganini was aged seventeen, her mother was murdered by whalers, her sister abducted and shot by sealers and her husband-to-be murdered by timber fellers. Truganini was raped.


By 1830, the fighting was so widespread it was known as the ‘Black War’ and something had to be done to stop the killing.
So colonial authorities appointed George Augustus Robinson, a builder and untrained preacher to mount a ‘Friendly Mission’ to find the three hundred remaining Aborigines who were deep in the Tasmanian bushland.
His job was to convince the Aboriginal people to move to a nearby island.
When Truganini and her father met Robinson he told them he was their friend and would protect them.
He promised that if they agreed to come with him he would provide blankets, food, houses and their customs would be respected. He also promised they could return to their homelands occasionally.
Truganini could see that Robinson’s promises were the only way her people could survive.
She agreed to help Robinson and with her husband ‘Wooraddy’ and others. She spent the next five years helping Robinson find the remaining Aboriginal people.


Robinson needed Truganini and her friends to show him the way through the bush to find food and protect him , as well as to convince the remaining Aborigines to move to the island.
Truganini even saved Robinson from hostile spears and drowning.
By 1835, nearly all the Aborigines had agreed to move to Flinders Island where a settlement had been set up at Wybalenna.
Here Robinson intended to teach the Aboriginal people European customs.
The Aborigines believed Flinders Island would be their temporary home and that they were free people who would be housed, fed and protected until they returned to their tribal lands.
But instead the island became a prison and many became sick and died.


Truganani could see Robinson’s promises would not save her people and began to tell people ‘not to come in’ because she knew they would all soon be dead.
In 1838, Truganini and thirteen other Aborigines accompanied Robinson on another mission to Melbourne in Victoria but they could not help him this time.
When Truganini returned to the settlement at Wybelanna in 1842, it was without Robinson.
The man, who had promised their race protection, had abandoned them. The Aborigines had no choice but to continue their unhappy exile on the island.


In 1847, Truganini and the remaining 45 people were moved to an abandoned settlement at Oyster Cove on the Tasmanian mainland.
Conditions were even worse, but Truganini found some contentment because this was her traditional territory. She was able to collect shells, hunt in the bush and visit places that were special to her.
Some say this made her strong again because she was the last of the group to survive.


In her later years she moved to Hobart to be cared for by a friend.
Wearing her bright red cap, an adaptation of the red gum tips or ochre the Palawah people loved wearing in their hair, she became a well-known figure in town.
Truganini died in 1876 aged sixty-four, and was buried in the grounds of the female convict gaol in Hobart.
Even though Truganini’s dying wish was to be buried behind the mountains, her body was exhumed and her skeleton displayed at the museum until 1947.
Her ashes were finally scattered on the waters of her tribal land , one hundred years after her death.
Truganini is remembered as a proud and courageous survivor in a time of brutality and uncertainty.
Today, descendants of those early tribal Aborigines maintain the indomitable spirit of Truganini.

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Each week on Thursday Dawn of “the day after” asks that we post photos of windows we have come across. Having this weekly challenge opens your eyes to the amazing type and style of windows you can find. See what you can find, you may like to show them off in this challenge

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Richmond the village in the valley

Richmond is Tasmania’s premier historic town. It dates from the mid 1800’s and offers a walk back in time as you cross the old convict built bridge, the oldest road bridge in Australia, then meander along the main street.

It is only 24 kilometres from Hobart. I must see this iconic village.

A bus tour will cost $30. That is expensive to travel 24 kilometres. So I make enquiries and find a local bus that runs 4 times a day and the return, concession fare is only $5-40.

The weather is perfect and this bridge is so photogenic. I think back to the time the convicts built it. I visualize the forced labour, the hard life of the convicts and wonder at the beauty and durability of this structure.

 I walk around taking photos from all angles. Here is a gallery of just some of the photos…

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This village is a delight to a lover of charming old style colonial buildings, a picture-perfect town that tells the story of an early Australian colonial village,  hand-made brick and mellow stone. With over 50 Georgian buildings all in well-preserved condition many of them now housing an array of interesting boutiques and art galleries,  artists and craftspeople have been drawn to the town for generations, and you’ll find examples of their work in galleries and cafes.

I find it very difficult to decide which of the many cafes and restaurants I will choose for lunch

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I find 3 old churches, my camera goes into overdrive.

St Johns Catholic Church is the oldest in Australia and it is in exceptionally good condition

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Then I visit the old goal. A place of horror and hard labour.

It was built and used 5 years before the Port Arthur Penal Settlement opened  

Richmond goal

 

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There is one more attraction I must see. The Old Hobart Town Model Village, in Richmond, is a model replica of Hobart in 1820.

You can see how the sailors, officers, free settlers and convicts of colonial Hobart Town lived and learn about this fascinating chapter in Hobart’s and Tasmania’s early history.

Constructed from original plans and maps by owner-operators John and Andrew Quick, this authentic model village is made up of over 60 historic Hobart buildings and 400 period figurines.

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I have spent 5 memorable hours wandering around exploring the village, looking at the galleries, admiring the churches, reliving the history, stories and horrors of life as a convict in the goal, and taking so many photos.

Richmond deserves its title of premier tourist attraction and I would recommend you put it on your “must see” list if you plan to come to Tasmania.

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Taking a walk through central Hobart

 

Tasman Bridge across the Derwent River

Tasman Bridge across the Derwent River

I have been into Hobart CBD on several occasions. It is an easy bus ride from the east side, over the Derwent River on the graceful Tasman Bridge, past the Botanic Gardens, turn right past the few hi-rise buildings and in 15 minutes the bus deposits you in the colonial heart of downtown Hobart.

I do not come to buy things, not even to window shop (well maybe a little bit of window shopping) but I come to wander the streets and admire the architecture and soak up the atmosphere.

Hobart has retained many of the original colonial Georgian buildings, each a work of art, standing proud and tall a credit to the craftsmanship of the stone masons of long ago.

The jewel in the crown of these buildings is the Town Hall. Impressive and graceful it was built in 1864. The transportation of convicts from England had ceased in 1853 and Hobart wanted to turn its back on its tainted convict past. The Town Hall made a statement when it opened in 1866 it symbolized the hope of future greatness for the city.

 

Walking past the Post Office building and into the Elizabeth Street shopping Mall the beautifully renovated colonial buildings now house the multinational stores you can find everywhere around Australia.

Further down Elizabeth Street on the fringes of the CBD I discover an old-fashioned shop run by the CWA (Country Women’s Association). The shelves are stocked with homemade jams, chutney and preserves. Hand knitted beanies and baby clothes jostle with home-baked cakes fresh from country kitchens and an array of craft work all presided over by two friendly CWA volunteers who look wholesome and healthy as though they had just arrived from the farm.

Next door a quaint, small café looked very inviting and enticed me in with an aroma of coffee and fresh-baked bread. I placed my order, smoked Tasmanian salmon, poached egg and a potato rosti on a bed of rocket and of course a cup of coffee. Then I climb the steep, narrow stairs to the upper level and sit at my table eavesdropping on 4 business people on the next table as they discuss sales strategies.  

 

Re-energized with food and caffeine I explore the arcades, a tangle of covered alleyways that join from street to street going in all directions. I browse through them, yes window shopping, Elizabeth Arcade, Wellington Walk, Centre point, Cat and Fiddle Arcade (now where did that name come from?).

Time passes and eventually I come to the end and out onto a street with no idea where I am. I do not want to go back through the arcades so stand looking at a street map, turning it this way and that trying to get my bearings.

I think I have previously mentioned I am very directionally challenged.

Well within minutes a couple come over to help and point me in the right direction for Elizabeth Street and the buses.

I like that attitude in a city, people have time to stop and help. Travelling on a crowded bus I have had a younger person offer me their seat and seen other people both male and female get up for elderly people. Many passengers say “thank you” to the bus drivers as they get off. A man opening a door into a store for his partner also holds it open for me and gives me a smile as I pass him. People seem to walk slower; more people say “Hello” and smile. Just little things but an accumulation of these positive things give this city of Hobart a good feeling for me, I like this city, I enjoy discovering its secrets, it is a pedestrian friendly city, walking gives time to appreciate the beauty of your surroundings, of the autumn leaves and how they are now giving way to the stark, bare branches of winter.

Winter is here but the bare branches look beautiful against a blue sky.

Winter is here but the bare branches look beautiful against a blue sky.

Time is slipping by. We have been here 5 weeks and only 3 left now. Still some things to do before we fly back to the Goldcoast.

 

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Hobart harbour photo essay

Like most capital cities the explorers and pioneers chose the position for ease of access. In the days of sail boats as the main transport that meant a good safe harbour and a reliable source of water from a river.

The Derwent is deep and wide, almost 3 kilometres wide near the estuary and is the widest in Tasmania.

The Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race is an annual ocean yacht race, considered to be
one of the most difficult in the world. It starts at Sydney Harbour on Boxing
Day and finishes a few days later in Hobart, approximately 1,170 kilometres (630
nautical miles) away. Since the inaugural race in 1945, the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race has become one
of the top three offshore yacht races in the world and it now attracts weekend
racers and sleek maxi yachts from all around the globe.

The finish is at the Constitution Dock and thousands gather to cheer the yachts into harbour after the gruelling and some times deadly race, lives have been lost in storms during the race.

But at this time of the year the main vessels are the fishing fleet preparing to head out again for the lucrative crayfish catch.

I spent a very interesting day wandering around the wharves, talking to the fishermen and taking lots of photos.

This is another part of Hobart.

 

 

 

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