Return to Tasmania

Important, nay vital, news before I start the blog. For those of you who read the last blog, my camera died. I took it to Olympus Repair Centre in Sydney and got it back all repaired and good as new. When the repair centre heard I was leaving on the next leg of our travels they replaced all the innards, in a day, and did it all under warranty so it didn’t cost me a cent. It’s practically a brand new camera. Thank you Olympus Australia.

Mollymook

Following on from when we left off, we drove from Sydney to the delightfully named seaside town of Mollymook. We were meeting up with John and Madeline Pitt for dinner. I worked with John in Burroughs Machines from 1976 to 1982 when they emigrated to Australia. I used to babysit their kids Stephen and Amanda. Stephen is now 6ft 2in and Amanda is now Mayor of Shoalhaven. A lot happens in 33 years I guess. It was wonderful catching up with them after all this time. We now have a stopping point on the map on our return trips back up the East coast.

While in Mollymook we took a walk along the beach and saw this poster from Take 3 for the sea.

Mollymook, Take 3 for the Sea

Next day we drove the 5 and a half hour journey to Marlo for our overnight at the Marlo Hotel. The last few kilometres were in pitch dark through a forest. We always drive slowly at night on country roads in case we hit a wild animal. We’ve seen quite a few small animals and a kangaroo or two on our previous drives in similar conditions but this time we saw not one but two deer grazing at the side of the road on two different parts of the journey through the forest. Jenni grabbed the phone and fired of a few shots to capture the moment. It was pitch black, the deer was far away and running for it’s life and we were going at 30kph. This is the best picture we got. No Photoshop editing was used in this picture. Honest.

Actual picture of a real deer on the road

Anyway, that’s what it looks like in my head. This is what it really looked like. That’s the Deer’s ass as it ran away from the lights.

Marlo

From the outside the Marlo Hotel looks like a basic boozer with rooms. And that’s what it is, however, what a welcome we had. Check in was from the guy in the bar who gave us a free drink each as a welcome pack. He then personally showed us to our room which was clean and basic but the newly built bathroom was space age and amazing. Food in the restaurant was pretty good too. Portions were HUGE. Drink measures weren’t, measured that is. One round Jenni asked for a brandy, he dug around, found a bottle, dusted it off and poured nearly a half pint of it into a glass. I love this place. Jenni had a couple more brandy’s just to be sure that wasn’t a one off. It wasn’t.

Marlo Hotel

They also had a No Straw policy, it just got better.

Marlo Hotel No Straws

After dinner we repaired to the public bar to watch some live music. In the tiny front bar two guys were sitting in the middle of the games machines belting out rock tunes like pro’s. No idea who they are but they could definitely play and sing. I had a curious thought they were two Rock Gods who retired to live in the peaceful sleepy sea side village of Marlo and who do this on a Friday Night for the mate who owns the pub and for a couple of free beers.

The Rock God’s play

Before we left Marlo to drive to catch the ferry to Tassie we took a quick look around. Marlo sits on an estuary and is surrounded by water. It’s off the beaten track as the main road to Melbourne goes right past it. It is very beautiful and very quiet. Yet another place we put a pin in the map to stop a while longer next time through.

The Mazda sits and waits for us in Marlo

Next Stop Tasmania

We drove to Melbourne and caught the night ferry to Devonport.

Spirit of Tasmania 2
Waiting to board
Still waiting to board
Boarding

The crossing was calm and we got a good nights sleep. The next morning we woke up to a crisp, cloudless sunrise in Devonport.

Devonport docks, Tasmania

Central Lakes

This time, rather than going down the A1 again, we took the scenic route to the Shack over the Central Lakes region. The morning was clear and bright and yet again Tasmania had put on a show for us. I must have stopped 10 times on the road just to try and capture the views. It was so very beautiful. The Central Lakes are on the mountain plateau that sits in the middle of Tasmania. From Deloraine you turn right and head into the hills through the forests.

Morning Mist in Deloraine
Climbing the Mountains
Central Lakes
One of the Viewing Areas on the road
View down the valley

Along the road is Pine Lake which also has one of the Tasmania’s Short Walks.

Pine Lake

Pine Lake

It was cold in the mountains but very still and clear and bright.

Pine Lake Walk
Pine Lake Boardwalk

There are information signs about the lake and the Pencil Pine trees it is named after all along the path.

Jenni reading the information sign
Pencil Pines
I always thought it was called Gondwanaland
Lone Pencil Pine
Jenni among the Pencil Pines

A few steps farther we disturbed a kangaroo having a drink. Again, I raised my camera as quick as I could and fired off a few shots. This is the best I got. I guess my dreams of being a professional wildlife photographer should be put on hold for a while.

Not quite David Attenborough standard
Here’s Skippy

Pine Lake is quite picturesque, especially on a day like this.

Pine Lake
Pine Lake observation deck, the end of the short walkway.

We had to do the obligatory Selfie.

Selfie time
Clear water

Did I mention picturesque?

This view is worth the 300m dander

A Currawong came to see us off. Sat in it’s tree and screeched us a salute as we left. It was a fitting send off. Although it could just as easily have been signalling to Skippy who was just out of sight waiting for us to disappear.

“I’m not a crow, I’m a Currawong”

We drove onwards and upwards until we reached the Lake district in the Central Highlands. There are many lakes in this area, some man made by Hydro Tasmania. Hydro Tasmania is the main power company in Tassie, 98% of Tassie power is generated from renewable energy like wind and hydro. From Wikipedia, here’s a list of all the lakes in this area.

Arthurs Lake
Bradys Lake
Bronte Lagoon
Great Lake
Lagoon of Islands
Lake Augusta
Lake Binney
Lake Crescent
Lake Echo
Lake King William
Lake Sorell
Little Pine Lagoon

I suspect Little Pine Lagoon is where we have just come from. Might come back next July when Lake King William traditionally turns orange. Passing the Great Lake the mist sat patiently on the horizon like it wanted to have a picture taken, so I obliged.

Great Lake

A cormorant sat on a submerged tree focused on catching it’s dinner, oblivious to the wonder that surrounds it.

Here fishy, fishy!

Last time we were here Central Tasmania was devastated by bush fires, 187,000 hectares of forest was destroyed. That’s 463,000 acres an area the size of Buckinghamshire. We drove though that area and the burned out trees were all around. There was no place to stop to take the pictures to show you but we did manage to stop on the way back so some picture of this later in the blog. Here’s a satellite picture of the size of the area affected. I did not take this picture, I’m not tall enough.

Satellite pic of the fires

All the houses are built of wood around here, we saw some houses with burned out trees just metres from the walls. I’ve no idea how they survived.

Bothwell

At the end of the Central Highland’s drive we stopped in Bothwell for the 2 P’s only one of which is petrol. Bothwell is very Scottish-ish and is home to the Australian Golf Museum.

Central Highlands Visitors Centre

This is the State School.

Bothwell State School
Plaque on the State School

Outside the visitor centre was was a big red bearded guy in a kilt reading the sign. It was a perfect scene for a picture. But every time I tried to take his pic he looked over at me so I nonchalantly dropped the camera, whistled a bit of a tune and looked away as if I wasn’t interested. Never did get his picture. I guess my dreams of being a professional street photographer should be put on hold for a while.

Carlton

We made it to Carlton and our Airbnb. It’s a lovely place very near the shack and the beach.

Carlton Beach Airbnb

Maddy and Steve came for dinner the night we arrived and it was lovely.

Dinner is prepared

We’re going to be in Tassie for about 3 weeks. We’ve some final jobs to do on the Shack. Some of which include, moving the new shed to a new and better place across the garden, fitting a sink to Shack One, sorting out the grey water recycling, installing a rain water capture system and fixing the toilet flush. Quite a bit to do while still holding down a full time job and looking after Andy and walking him along the beach every day. How did we get on? Read on.

Moving the new shed

Shed

Although it wasn’t mentioned in the previous blog we bought a shed, a tin shed off Easyshed on line. It was for storage and for some extra space to do stuff. Steve, Maddy, Jenni and I built this new shed in the perfect place, beside Shack One. Perfect to get power and water to it and to block the neighbours view. When it was up we realised it wasn’t a good place at all. It looked incongruous, out of place, wrong. So we decided to move it across the garden to a better place under the trees. So I moved it with the help of a guy called Simon who I found on Airtasker. It took us a week to build it and me a day to move it with Simon’s help. It was a big day. Here’s the pics, few words.

No shed
Walls moved
Base moved and levelled

Scrappy supervised the whole shenanigans from his observation post.

Don’t waste time looking at me! Keep working.
Floor and walls completed

You can see the sunset in the clouds, nearly ran out of daylight.

All done in it’s new home

Next day I dug a trench across the garden and dragged some electrical cables and conduit across to it so we could have power and lights.

Trenching

The new water pump was a bit too powerful for the old toilet. The pressure made the inlet run and run and waste water. I got a new inlet and fitted it so all good. I really didn’t think you needed to see pictures of that.

Rain Water Harvesting

Water is precious. When you are off mains water grid you become even more aware of how much water you use as you have to fill up the tank and can see it go down with every turn of the tap. Harvesting rain water was important therefore but, due to a slight miscalculation of scale the water inlet of the new tank was above the level of the roof of the shacks. Now I’m not sure if you know this but water will not flow upwards, no matter how much you kick yourself about the slight miscalculation of scale. The solution I came up with was to fit a small 300 litre holding tank and direct the rain from the shacks into that, then use a submersible fresh water pump with an automatic sensor to pump it up to the big tank. The solution was designed, fitted, tested and it worked extremely well. Better than I could imagine. I forgot to take any pictures of my design and handiwork, maybe when I go back I’ll do that.

New Kitchen and grey water system

It started raining, so I used the new shed to do this project. The project was to install a sink in Shed One and a waste water outlet to go into the grey water recycling system.

Starting the frame for the sink unit.

I designed a basic frame for the sink and kitchen unit. A trip to Bunnings later I had all the bits I needed. The frame was 4 rectangles joined at each corner to form a long box I could set a counter top on. I’d cut a sink sized hole in the counter top and fit the sink.

Testing the build
Taps and shelves fitted
Fitted in place and ready to plumb in

I plumbed it in, removed the old temporary tap and ran the waste water out to the grey water catchment tank. We still have to build the grey water filtering system so for now the water is used for the trees and the plants. I installed the shelves the cooker and the work bench. It all works a treat.

Although we were staying in a different house Andy followed us on our walk between the two and sat outside while we were there.

Can I come in?

Maddy’s Birthday

We had timed our trip this time to coincide with Maddy’s birthday. On our last weekend we all went out to Lucinda, a wine bar in Hobart for some food and good drinks.

Maddy and Jenni
Steve and Maddy

Lucinda’s is a really interesting place. They don’t have an large menu but what they do have is excellent.

It’s an Aubergine

The wine list was extensive but they had only two beers, Spotty Dog IPA and Venom Golden Ale. I had to try both. The Spotty Dog was excellent, hoppy and full bodied. The Venom Golden Ale didn’t have enough venom in it for me but was good all the same.

Venom Golden Ale

Most pictures I saw of Lucinda’s on the internet was of this poster of Naturist Wines they have on the wall. I thought I’d try a different angle on it and get in the Lucinda logo at the same time.

Naturist Wines at Lucinda’a
Hobart at night

I’d got a ping from my Aurora Watch app that the Aurora Australis was going to be visible tonight. On the way home we stopped by the beach and I set the camera on a fence post, pointed it southwards, set the timer for 30 seconds and let it rip. It was dark but the moon was high. This was the result. The Aurora was barely visible but I like the mood of the picture. I guess my dreams of being a professional Aurora photographer should be put on hold for a while.

Aurora Australis

It was a fitting end to a perfect day. The next day we were leaving the shack on the next part of journey.

Leaving the shack

This section should really be titled “Leaving Andy”. This last morning I was up early and went to the shop for some milk for our coffee. The sky was filled with wonderful light so I stopped at a few spots along the short drive a fired off a few shots.

Surfing at dawn

Another person with the same idea as me was there that morning. We nodded at each other as I passed as an acknowledgement of mutual interest. He checked out my camera and lens and I checked his out. He looked broken as he raised his camera one handed to his eye as I left. Thank you Olympus, again.

Fellow snapper photographing the surfers
Boat houses at Dodges Ferry

I spotted the perfect place for Andy and Jenny to park their boat when they come visit.

Andy and Jenny’s mooring spot

We packed the car for our next trip. Doomsday preppers have two acronyms for how they are packing their rucksacks, BOB and INCH. BOB means Bug Out Bag which you pack for short stays, INCH means I’m Not Coming Home where you pack for all eventualities. We’d had a BOB pack for the last few months, this was our INCH pack. The roof box was back on, the tent was tied down to the roof rack and the car was filled with all our stuff. We swung by the shack to say bye to Maddy and Andy and take him for a last walk along the beach. I’ve not shown the walk from the shack to the beach before, here it is.

Through the dunes
Over the dunes
Onto the beach.

One of the constant companions on this journey around Australia has been the seagulls. I’ve been observing their behaviour. In Stanley we got swooped by dozens of them who were protecting their nests, every time you stop for a meal at the side of the road they turn up and screech for scraps. The young ones with the brown flecked feathers just stand and chirp annoyingly and constantly like the moaning, winging little teenagers they are. This young one on the beach this morning was doing just that. It was whining and poking its mothers beak hoping for a feed from mum. Mum was obviously pissed off with junior still living at home and leaching off its parents and was having none of it. Tough love from mum, go feed yourself junior.

Feck off junior, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.
The 3 Amigos
Andy will not leave Jenni’s side

And so with a tearful farewell to Andy Maddy we set off for Devonport. Andy was heartbroken. He almost woke up from his sleep in his comfy bucket.

Devonport

We drove back to Devonport along the Central Plateau drive again. As we drove up into the mountains we witnessed the secret Tasmania Space Agency rocket launch taking place. Not many people know about this. You heard it here first folks. Rumour has it they have a breeding pair of Tasmanian Tigers they are planning to send into the future, like Buck Rogers, to come back and breed when humans are more enlightened.

Secret Rocket Launch

As we drove through the forest this time I managed to stop and get a picture of the burned out trees. The pics do not, in any way, portray the scale of the fire. We drove through scenes like this for many kilometres.

Burned forest
Forest fire
Mazda fully loaded

The area is still beautiful though and will recover. I took this on the descent down towards Deloraine.

Golden Valley

We were in Devonport for two nights. Earlier Jenni discovered Aussie Rock legends Mental As Anything were playing in Devonport the night before we left so we went a day early to see them. We checked into our Airbnb, got suited and booted and caught an Uber to the Pub Rock Diner.

Pub Rock Diner, Devonport

Some album covers on t he wall of the Pub Rock Diner

Avargo Groove warmed us up before the Mentals came on. They were pure rock, I loved them. I’d go see them again.

Avargo Groove  support band were excellent

Then Mental As Anything came on. The only original member still touring with the band is Greedy Smith. Martin Plaza is battling cancer and can’t tour a lot. Greedy Smith really threw himself into the songs, a true showman. Their tunes are catchy and the night was a blast.

Greedy Smith

We’re staying in a small studio Airbnb as I am writing this. The ferry terminal is right next door. I took a wander to the end of the road, about 20 meters, this is the view.

Devonport is situated at the mouth of the Mersey River. Devonport used to be two towns on opposite sides of the river called Formby and Torquay. For 160 years a ferry service operated between the two towns, even after they were joined as Devonport in 1893. In 2014 it was stopped. Sometime after it was started up again as I saw it operate this morning. This therefore is the Ferry across the Mersey. The small passenger ferry is called the Spirit of Devonport that, for $3, transports you from one side to the next.

Spirit of Devonport, Ferry Across the Mersey.

This sculpture stands at the mouth of the Mersey river. It’s called the Spirit of the Sea.

Aikenhead Point and Spirit of the Sea sculpture

Tomorrow night we board this ferry and leave Tasmania. Forecast is calm, hope it is correct.

Spirit of Tasmania

After 3 weeks or so we leave Tasmania. Our travel plans take us from Melbourne, across the Great Ocean Road to Adelaide then across the Nullabor to Albany and WA.

Till next time.

2 Comments

  1. Hi Jim,

    still following your travels. I see you are venturing along the Great Ocean Road. Apart from the beautiful scenery everywhere, I suggest stopping at Wye river (as well as other places as it takes your fancy) and taking it easy at the Rookery Nook hotel. Great view from the balcony and pub. Not sure what the victuals and beverages are like these days but I always loved the place when travelling up and down the coast, looking for the perfect wave (and when not finding one, gaining solace at said hotel).

    Young Jim

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    1. Hi Jim. Great suggestion. Last time we were here we stayed in a camp site in Wye River right beside the beach and had a few beers in the Rookery Nook. It’s a fabulous place, we loved it. Thought we’d try another location this time. We’re at Marengo Point just outside Apollo Bay. Apollo Bay Brewhouse profits will go up this week no doubt.

      Have fun speak again soon. We’re back in Brisbane in Sept Oct-ish time, not fixed the dates yet. When we do I’ll let you know and we can catch up then.

      Old Jim

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