We’re back in Tasmania. We’ve spent more time in this state that any other so far on our travels. It could be because we bought a piece of it but it’s most likely because we love this place and still have so much more of it to explore.
At the end of the last blog we had arrived in Tasmania and drove from Devonport docks down to Richmond where we had booked a beautiful Airbnb for 3 nights to help us get settled. The Airbnb complex was called Mulberry Cottage and is a collection of individual cottages surrounding a massive Mulberry tree in historic Richmond. Maureen, our host was very delightful and the Valley View cottage we had was perfect as a decompress from the long drive.
We arranged to meet Maddy and Steve and their new dog Brownlow for the first time. The dog for the first time of course not Maddy and Steve.
Brownlow is beautiful, of course, and stole the show. Was great to catch up with Maddy and Steve too though.
For lunch we had booked a table at the nearby Pooley’s Winery. They do wood fired pizzas and had a good selection of wines and beers. They are also an easy walk from our Airbnb so no need to worry about how much wine to order, except that I was driving later to see our new housesit people. But was a good idea at the time. Jenni and I walked there anyway, the path took us past some sheep sheltering from the sun under a tree. Poor thing’s probably nearly dying in the 17 degree centigrade heat.
The pizza’s were great, the wines were exquisite and the light beer I had was acceptable. If we stay in Richmond again, which we intend to, we will stay in the Mulberry Cottage and have a very long lunch at Pooley Wines.
Life, Threads and Coincidences
“It’s hard to believe in coincidence, but it’s even harder to believe in anything else.”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson
In a previous blog we discussed the coincidence of meeting this guy, who’s name is Evan, on a boat far up the Gordon River in far west Tasmania.
And then again a month later at Panama Festival and realising we had a picture of him from the last Panama as well.
Well, while filling up the Mazda in the Richmond petrol station who was at the same garage doing the same thing? Evan of course. Hands were shaken, hugs were given and received and an invite to Evan’s dinner party on Wednesday night was offered and accepted. We drove to Blackman’s Bay and met with our next housesit family and their cat and agreed to take on the challenge. Next day we checked out of the Airbnb in Richmond and into another in Dodges Ferry.
It was a lovely little studio apartment overlooking Park Beach. The sunrises especially were pretty beautiful.
The next day we arranged to meet Steve and Maddy for lunch at Dunally Fish Market. Best fish and chips in Tassie we reckon.
The day after this was the day of Evans’s party. He lives on the other side of Hobart in the wilderness, so we booked a place close to his to save on taxi fares.
The pademelons that roamed the grounds were happy to get the off cuts from the Mango Daquiri’s being made and offered to guests upon their arrival.
It was obviously mad shirt day at the party.
Several conversations later we discovered a few more coincidences. Lou, Evan’s girlfriend lives in the same street as us in Brisbane. Her kids went to the same school as Jenni’s. Evan and party had lunch at Pooley wines, same day as us but a slightly later. Evan is exactly the same age I was when I was 15 years ago, That last one is a bit of a stretch I know.
Port Arthur Camping
Wikicamps gave Port Arthur camp site almost 5 stars, unheard of. We booked it immediately for the week after we left Dodges Ferry Airbnb. It didn’t disappoint.
The park is full of wild life, it is in the middle of a forest so it would be. We were a bit surprised you could light camp fires but, as they were allowed, we did. At dusk each day I’d light the fire and watch the pademelons and potoroos come out to play.
The pademelons were not the only animals to visit. My chick magnetism seems to be getting stronger.
We love the Australian wildlife and this place allowed us to get up close and personal without the animals being tamed or commercialised. As a result of all the animal invasions I kept my camera close while working outside all day. These are some of the pictures I got.
Walk to Port Arthur Historical Site.
It’s advertised as a 50 minute return trip to walk from the camp site, through the forest reserve, to the Port Arthur historical site. We booked an hour off work one day and went to explore. Turns out it was farther that we thought. These pics were taken on two separate trips. See if you can spot the continuity errors.
Finally we got the the Port Arthur site however a big sign said you need to pay money to go any further. We had none with us and weren’t that interested in another convict site so I took a few snaps of the area and turned and walked back.
Eventually Jenni got her wish and we headed back.
I believe it’s important to consider the micrcosm also, the clear waters allowed for some great views of the tiny sea creatures inhabiting the rock pools.
We arrived back to the camp site, lit the fire and watched the pademelons and potoroos bounce around for a while and then we retired. We were leaving the next day so had to get up early and get some work done. Beforfe we left though, we had arranged to meet up with Maddy and Steve and see what ele this region has to offer. Steve is a bit of and expert and recommended a couple of places. Bring it on.
In a previous blog we covered our trip to Eaglehawk Neck. However in that blog we only visited a few of the local attractions. We set out to see a few more while we were down this part of the island. Oh! Just realised. Should have said. Eaglehawk neck is near where we are camping.
We arranged to meet Maddy and Steve and the beautiful Brownlow of course, at Pirate’s Bay Nature Recreation Area Car Park. This was a 3 U-Turn journey. “Oh we went past the turning” “Oh wrong road, I’ll turn around” “Oh is that it? Shit I’ll turn around again” sort of thing.
Eventually we found the correct car park and set off down the beach to see what was on offer. Steve, who knows this area well, recommended we turn left and go see the Tesselated Pavement. As a follower of YouTube photographers I had heard of the famous Tessalated Pavement and was excited to see it first hand.
Not much further we arrived at the Tessalated Pavement.
We set off strolling back to the car, I spied some trees clinging to the sandstone clif edges. It seemed to me like the tree roots were holding the cliffs together.
Steve mentioned another local feature, the Remarkable Cave. Well, Jenni and I had been to the Remarkable Rocks on Kangaroo Island so we had to go there.
Onward to the cave
At this point we must end this chapter. Maddy, Steve, Brownlow and Jenni and I went for a picnic at Stewart’s Bay and then the guys drove back to Dodges Ferry and we packed up our camp site and drove on to our next adventure. House sitting a cat called Ruckus for a couple of weeks in Blackmans Bay. You may well hear of this in a future blog but until then, have fun.
Till next time.