Lucky escape on Bruny Island, October 2013

It had been ages since Wanda had had a decent trip away with Di and Robert.  Of course, she had had an eight week winter getaway up to Queensland with her good friends Austin and Sophie, which was great fun, and a quick trip to Mountain River for Philip's 50th birthday party.  It seemed like the "Show Day weekend" would be a good chance to hit the road again.  And it tied in with Di's "walk-a-month" schedule, which had a walk to Fluted Cape on Bruny Island listed for that Sunday.  

So we managed to leave the house at about lunchtime on Friday (what's the rush?) and headed south to Kettering, joining the queue for the 1.45pm ferry. 

The wind was high and cold, funnelling up D'Entrecasteaux Channel and blustering down the inlets (all at the same time!).  The captain amply demonstrated his skill getting the beast lined up with the jetty at Roberts Point.  

First stop was the Bruny Island SmokeHouse (BISH) which we managed to find open for the first time in several visits to Bruny, hurrah!  It looks like a very nice spot for a snack and a drink.  We picked up some Sardines with Chili, some smoked wallaby, and some interesting looking Pomegranate Syrup. Then we pulled into Get Shucked for fresh oysters.  The shop was being enlarged to offer sit down meals and drinks, and it should be great when it's finished.  But today sales were being made from a caravan, and the blustery conditions were making life difficult for the staff.  There was a group of cycle tourists enjoying the oysters - it looked like they were on a gourmet bike crawl, because we then ran into them again just down the road at the Bruny Island Cheese Factory.  There we bought some excellent Tom and Saint cheeses, and beautiful sourdough white bread.

We found a good spot for lunch, the camping ground on the Neck. This looks like a quiet and pretty place to camp.

We headed further south, towards Alonnah, where we tried out the general store for fresh fruit. The weather was still blustery, with passing showers. We continued south through Lunawanna and onto Lighthouse Road.  We were heading to Bruny Island Camping, a private campsite/caravan park that Robert had found on the web.  The location looked great, on Cloudy Bay, right next to the South Bruny National Park, and we had booked in by phone while on the ferry.   

The driveway into the caravan park should have been a warning.  It was sandy and rutted, and when we got to the park's office, it appeared to be someone's bush shack.  There were no directional signs on the driveways, and cheerful Philip came out into the rain to say hello and tell us we just needed to back up to the other drive and head down towards the beach on the other side of his house.  We asked if there was any risk of our getting bogged, and Philip reassured us that we would be fine.  And anyhow if we did get stuck, he had a 4 wheel drive and a tractor to haul us out.  When we got to the site, it was a sandy pad, which he assured us was well compacted and quite safe.  

The rain continued on and off, so we settled in with a little champagne, causing some envy I think amongst our neighbours, looking a bit bedraggled in their tents and huddling around campfires. We did wonder how Philip was getting away with charging $60 pn!    When the showers eased a little, we walked down to Inlet Beach,a pristine jewel on Cloudy Bay, ringed by national park.

Dinner was a yummy vegie curry, followed by green tea and Christmas cake (these days we're drizzling rum into the Legacy fruitcakes as soon as they appear in the shops).  The high wind continued all night, blowing the cold showers through regularly.  We were parked right next to untouched bush, with good birdlife, so the view from Wanda was great.  Next morning we made a slow start, waiting for the showers to clear. Our camping neighbours decided early that the weather was not going to improve, and went home.  Then Robert had an incident with the furniture, hitting his head very hard against the underhang on the overhead cupboards.  We sat quietly for a while waiting for the bleeding to stop, but then decided it was quite time to go.  

And you can guess what happened then.  The back wheels spun in the sand, and Wanda didn't move.  Cheerful Philip was fetched, with shovel and timber pads, and trusty 4WD.  The shovel and timber idea didn't work, so the 4WD was then tried.  Phew!   Wanda eased out onto terra firma, and we headed up to his house, where he gave us back our second night's fee (!) and we set off towards the main road.  And got bogged again.  After another tow by the 4WD we really did manage to leave, with lessons learnt all round.

The unsealed road to the south was in pretty bad condition, with corrugations and millions of potholes.  It was with some relief that we pulled into the carpark for Cape Bruny Lighthouse.  Here the wind was magnified ten times, especially when we climbed the hill to the old lighthouse.  This building was built in 1836, and the light commenced operation in 1838.  It has now been replaced by an automatic light, located nearby.   The weather was extreme, with bitterly cold winds arriving from the snow clad mountains to the west, and intermittent showers being driven across the headland.  

The lighthouse Museum was open, containing fascinating insights into how the original lights worked and the lives of the keepers.  For example, each lamp used 600mL of sperm whale oil per hour, and needed to be continually replenished.  There were some eight lamps burning all the time!

Back in what now felt reassuringly like civilisation at Alonnah, we had a Bruny Island gourmet picnic lunch in Wanda, parked at Sunset Bay, with winds battering the van and great views across the choppy channel.

Driving around to the other side of the southern part of the island, sticking to the sealed road, we reached Adventure Bay, where we planned to stay Saturday night.  At the far end of the beach, we checked out the start of tomorrow's walk to Fluted Cape, and visited the monument to Captain Cook, who landed here in 1777.   The private caravan park located here (Adventure Bay Park) was closed, which was unfortunate because it looked like a prime location.

So we returned to Captain Cook Caravan Park, and obtained a nice grassed plot, with power and water, for only $30 pn.  What a bargain!   After a yummy dinner, we slept soundly, unworried about the odd shower.    

After another lovely cooked breakfast from Robert - scrambled eggs, tomatoes and mushrooms on toast - we packed up and proceeded to the carpark at the start of the Fluted Cape walk to wait for our walking companions. We had decent weather compared with the last couple of days.  The winds were lighter - Bruny Island adventure tours were loading up a boatload of seal watchers, whereas yesterday all voyages had been cancelled . Showers were still predicted but likely to be fairly light.  This was lucky, as Robert had forgotten to pack a raincoat - what!?

Lyn, Sophie and Brett arrived about 10.40 to join us for the Fluted Cape Walk, and you can read all about that in Di's Walk-a-month blog.  

Bay of Fires, Queens Birthday Weekend, June 2013

It was a long weekend, and we had two free days, so we thought we should get away.  How about the Bay of Fires, long heard about but never visited?  So off we went.  Leaving home at 11.30am (we had to watch The Insiders, and have a decent coffee first!), our first stop was the delectable Hill St Grocer for some supplies, and then we hit the road.  It was a pleasant drive up the East Coast, on a beautiful sunny and clear winter's day.

By 1.30pm we were approaching Swansea, which is looking pretty prosperous these days.  Ditto Bicheno, where we drove to the carpark at the jetty for a picnic with a view. There were several people fishing off the jetty, and a Dad teaching his sons how to snorkel.  Yes, they had wetsuits on, but he wasn't going in.

After lunch we returned to the Post Office Shop, to see what goodies Subi had for sale, but it was closed for the weekend of course.  We set off northwards again, arriving at St Helen's at 4pm.

When we turned right towards Binalong Bay, I thought I recognised the back of my Hobart friend Sally W, admiring the clothes in a trendy boutique.  Later I learned that it HAD been her (it's a small world!) (and isn't it fascinating how unique we all are, that I could recognise her in an unexpected setting, from her back?).  We checked out the holiday homes in Binalong Bay, and then headed northwards along the pretty coast road.  There are several turnoffs to the right, and we chose the one to Cosy Corners North. Here we found a quiet little camping spot, with sandy roads, and lovely little turnouts for tents and vans.  We chose a spot suitably quiet and private, with a view out towards the beach.  Only in Tassie...

We settled in, and went for a walk along the beach.  The beach here was lovely, with pure white sand, and friendly round granite boulders.

We found a small beach pool near our campsite.

Then it was time for champers, to celebrate our good fortune.  Our neighbours were friendly, and it was all pretty peaceful.  The campsite was popular but not full, which was nice.


After a leisurely start the next morning, we drove north again.  This road goes through a tiny settlement called The Gardens (which has some very comfortable looking weekenders), and ends at the southern end of the pristine Bay of Fires beach.

We walked along this beautiful beach for about half an hour.  It is just gorgeous.  With only farmland behind, and the Pacific Ocean in front, it is timeless and perfect.

 

We finally tore ourselves away and headed back down the East Coast.

Lunchtime found us at Swansea, where we parked on the Freycinet side and enjoyed another picnic.

And then to home, and the end of another lovely mini-break with Wanda.

Cockle Creek, 11 May 2013

The weather was looking good for the weekend, so we decided to head south to do the South Cape Bay walk.  We left town late in the morning, stocking up with goodies at our favourite deli, the Hill St Grocer.  It was a pleasant drive down through Huonville and Franklin, and we arrived at Geeveston in an hour. 

We found the famous Japanese restaurant Masaaki's, at 20 Church Street, Geeveston.  It is hidden up what looks like a carpark, across the road from the Wood Heritage Centre, and behind a second hand furniture shop.   Masaaki Koyama set up the restaurant with his partner, Lucy, in May 2009, and has since become famous through his weekly stall at the Farmgate Market in Hobart.  Every Sunday, his food attracts the longest queues I have ever seen in Tasmania.  People rave about his fresh home made wasabi, and we had not yet tried it.  Here was our big chance!   The restaurant doesn't have a menu, you choose your dish from the array of sushi on display in the bain marie, while Masaaki prepares fresh sashimi to order.  We chose a selection, and  sat outside in the sun to enjoy the feast.  It was absolutely delicious, and the fresh wasabi was delicate and refreshing, beautiful.  Looking around in Geeveston, we were impressed that the town seems to have put its divisive past behind it and is moving on together as a community.

On the road again, we passed through Dover, noticing the pub's devastation after a recent fire.  We missed the turnoff to Hastings and paid a quick visit to Southport before we realised our mistake.  (My fault for relying on Mark's written directions instead of watching the map!).  Back on the C635, we passed through Lune River and soon reached beautiful Recherche Bay.  Here we stopped at the roadside plaque commemorating the successful campaign to save the historic vegetable gardens of the French explorers, and noted Angie's name on the list of significant donors (thank you, Angie!).

The road from here on was pretty pot-holey, and we took it easy as we passed some quiet little shacks and a camping ground.  The few shack dwellers about looked a bit too interested in the strangers coming through (strains of banjos?).  At the entrance to the South West National Park was this amusing reminder that this was the most southern point of Australia:

We were bound for the camping ground inside the national park, and we weren't disappointed, finding it well kept and uncrowded. 

We drove to The End of the Road, parked, and wandered out to see the Stephen Walker whale sculpture, which we really liked.  There are great views from here over Recherche Bay, and good interpretation of the site and its history. 

It was apparently a 2 hour return walk to Fishers Point, so we decided to give it a go.  This is a pleasant walk along sandy beaches and around rocky headlands to the site of what used to be a vibrant village of whalers and woodcutters.

Now all that is left is some brick rubble that apparently used to be the pilot station, and the remains of a light house. 

200 years ago there used to be two pubs and 400 people living here, it hardly seems credible.  We didn't stay long, wanting to get back before night fell (we did the walk in 90 minutes).

We found a great spot to park Wanda, just off the road, quiet and peaceful.

Robert heated up a curry, and with a glass of wine we enjoyed some TV before a good night's sleep.
In the morning we didn't get onto the South Cape Bay track until 9.20am, a bit later than expected.  The track was rated at about 4 hours, so the pressure was on, as I wanted to get back to Hobart for a 3pm Draught Busters workshop.

 The South Cape Bay track is mostly level, and mostly well made and maintained.  The first hour is spent in eucalypt bushland, skirting Moulders Hill.  The second hour through Blowhole Valley is largely level, through duckboarded marshy grasslands, with occasional treed hillocks providing some visual relief. 

 
Finally the dunes are reached, and at this point the track deteriorates somewhat. Another 30 minutes or so gets you to the metallic rocky headland, overlooking the bay, with South Cape straight ahead and South East Cape to the left.  We were exhausted, and didn't venture down to the beach.

We made it!

It is a dramatic place, with the surf pounding in from the south, and rugged coastline all around.

South Cape

Still hoping to make it back in time, we headed back along the track, but after a while it was plain that it was going to take us 5 hours, not 4.   We got back to Wanda, totally exhausted, and fell into our seats.  Robert decided the best course was to drive straight home, as if we stopped anywhere we would find it very hard to get started again.  This was when we encountered the rude driving behaviour of some local boaties, who hogged the bad road for kilometres and didn't have the courtesy to pull over and let faster vehicles pass. Idiots.   

Coal Mines, Tasman Peninsula, Easter 2013

On Easter Saturday we enjoyed a fantastic walk to Shipstern Bluff with our friends.  It turned out to be quite handy having Wanda along at the start of the walk, to provide spare socks and a toilet break for some of us!  Then, at the conclusion of the walk, it was great to able to relax in Wanda's comfortable seats and enjoy chilled Meadowbank champers and some gourmet nibblies.  When our buddies started back to town, Robert and I headed Wanda towards Nubeena.

We had intended to stay overnight at Lime Bay, at the far tip of the Tasman Peninsula.  It was a very pleasant drive through the Peninsula's green farmlands, until we passed into the Lime Bay State Reserve.  Here the gravel road deteriorated into severe corrugations.  It was hair raising progress along the winding road, compounded by the increased number of vehicles on the road for the holiday weekend.  When we finally reached the Lime Bay camping ground, we were gobsmacked to find it chockablock with tents, campers, utes and campfires.  It was too crowded, with small and large family and young adult groups finding themselves to be neighbours.  I felt a faint sense of desperation about the place, and a fair bit of alcohol had probably already been consumed.  We didn't stop, just turned around the driveway and left.  On the road out, we passed a group of young men driving a ute fast, dangerously loaded with old fenceposts (sticking out wide on each side of the tray!) which were clearly intended for a ripper campfire at Lime Bay that night.  We knew we had made the right decision!  Lesson learnt:  avoid popular camping areas in peak tourist periods.

No worries, not far away on the other side of the tip of the peninsula we found the quiet beach, Sloping Main. It was blissfully free of the Easter crowds.  We pulled Wanda slightly off the road, not before some careful checking of how firm the sandy ground was, and relaxed. 

It was a lovely spot.  We had a great view of the beautiful sunset across the bay, and we were completely on our own. To wash off our bushwalk, we tested Wanda's shower out.  It worked really well!  Time for another champers, and dinner - Robert heated up a yummy chicken curry that he had pre-prepared at home.  It was a wild and windy night, but we slept like logs, thanks to the day's bushwalking! 

Next day, after a leisurely start, we headed back to take a look at the Coal Mines historic site.  We had been there some decades before, and since then the area has been recognised as a World Heritage site.  We were very impressed by the work has been done to rehabilitate the bush, to restore buildings which had been hidden away in the bush before, and to design interpretation and short walks around the site. The main loop walk here is now listed as one of the Great Short Walks of Tasmania - there is now an app for the Great Short Walks.

The descriptions provided at the Coal Mines entrance of the various short walks you can do here were a bit confusing.  We ended up doing the main outside loop walk, in an anticlockwise direction, which worked very well. We were glad that we started at the main beginning point:  the interpretation centre provides a clever timeline of the history of the site.

Interpretation centre

From there we headed towards the Settlement (c 1838), the square where the prisoners were accommodated, where there was a hospital and also the prison cells.  

Chapel

 The chapel doubled as the schoolroom for the children on the settlement.

Solitary cells under the hospital

Leaving the Settlement, we walked along the bay toward Plunkett Point.  Hidden in the bush up on the left was the Commissariat's house.

Commissariat's house

At Plunkett Point we saw where the old jetty had been located, and where a fine Commissariat Store had been built in 1842 (unfortunately the stones have since been removed to build a church at Dunalley).  This was where all the coal was loaded onto ships (there is still a fine ground covering of coal) and where supplies for the settlement were received.  It must have been very busy.

We followed the Inclined Plane up the hill.  This was where a clever counterweighted trolley system used the weight of the full trolleys coming down the incline to pull the empty trolleys back up to the top of the main shaft.  This is a steady engineered climb, 10% over 400m(?) and was a nice little walk!

The main shaft, originally around 92 m deep, is still very impressive.   At the edge you can see the original stone seatings of the windlass pulley systems used to lower the men in and to pull up the coal. There is an old steam boiler still here, which used to power the mine's water pump.

The main shaft

The working conditions in the mine were horrendous, men crawling along low shafts, nearly naked because of the heat, and sometime completely naked, and engaging in acts of depravity(!).   

There is another carpark up here, but it is too small for motorhomes to manouvre in.

Continuing around the loop, we came to the site of the signal station, where a semaphore was erected around 1836.  The rest of the loop is downhill.  Soon we came across the military precinct, including the building where the soldiers were accommodated:

Military barracks (1837)

This was quite small, and by 1844 accommodated up to 80 men! The convict gardens are near here.  Not far onwards we found the Senior Military Officer's house, where the OIC of the garrison lived with his family.  This was much more salubrious.  Next we passed the house of the Superintendent, who managed everything except security.

Back down at the Settlement, we discovered the site of the Separate Apartments, which were built (c 1846) to try to combat homosexual activity amongst the prisoners. Under these apartment had been built the 36 Solitary Punishment cells, where prisoners were punished for up to 30 days at a time.  These have been restored immaculately and it is quite an experience being able to enter them and imagine the past inhabitants living here in total darkness.

The whole loop took us 2 hours, allowing plenty of time for exploring the buildings scattered along the way and reading the useful interpretative signs.

Shakedown trip, to the Spin-In at Bothwell

We took delivery of our lovely new motorhome, now tentatively named Wanda, on Friday, so of course on Saturday we had to take her for a run! It took all of Saturday morning to prepare her and to pack what we thought we'd need for her first trip, including our electric bikes - isn't she beautiful?!

Yes, well, this picture lasted until we backed Wanda out onto the road, and the road connected with the bike rack!  Straight back into the carport, and the bikes came off.  Obviously we needed to do something with the towbar, but what?

Friendly Peter at Kings Caravans had the simple answer:  turn the towbar attachment over, so it bends upwards instead of downwards - of course!

Our destination was Bothwell, where the 35th reunion of the biennial International Highlander Spin-In and Fibre Festival was happening.  I'd always been interested in going to this festival, as I used to spin pure fleeces into jumpers a long time ago (i.e. before Sam came along and my quiet spare time disappeared), but had never managed to get there.

We felt like king and queen of the road, sitting up high in our bright and shiny new van, with great views of the road and the sights, and attracting looks of wonder and appreciation :-).  It was a pleasurable easy drive to the historical town of Bothwell (established 1822), with beautiful weather and quiet roads.  On arrival we thought we'd secure a spot in the local caravan park before investigating the show.  Sadly the park, located in the centre of town, was underwhelming, comprising some powered spots on a dry and dusty carpark, and unpowered sites crowded into a grassy paddock.  We preferred a powered spot today as we were keen to test out our 240V connection.  There was no office on site, and it turned out you had to book a site through the service station down the road.  The heritage garage doubled as the local centre for the Sporting Shooters Association, and the walls were adorned with magnificently mounted deer.  When the shop assistant decided to ask us what we wanted, we found out that all the powered spots had been booked by more organised travellers who were in town for the festival.  So we decided we may as well seek a more attractive location outside the town.

Before the festival finished for the day we were in time to admire some fantastic sheepdogs carefully manoevring frankly stupid sheep through gates and up ramps in the sheepdog trials.  One dog scored 38 points, the next 83!  The range of washed, carded, dyed, felted, knitted and spun wools on display was fabulous.  There were spinners, weavers, lacemakers, dyers and papermakers from all over the world.  Flax weavers from New Zealand were making fine bags and cloaks, weaving Weka feathers into them.  A contingent from Japan were demonstrating superb weaving and dying.  The First Prize winning spinner had created an astounding continuous 670m length of fine yarn from 10g of pure fleece!!!

We drove west towards the Great Lakes in search of a pretty camping spot, and decided to try Arthur's Lake.  At the first turnoff to the Lake there was a little sign saying that there was a caravan park 1.5km north at Pumphouse Bay.  Of course that was too easy, we had to investigate what was on offer down this road (Wilburville, ugly roads, lots of shacks but no welcoming signs) before we returned and headed north to Pumphouse Bay.

It was a good sign when we found that the road to Pumphouse Bay was quiet and pretty.

 The caravan park is quite old and seems to be well managed by the Hydro Electric Commission.

The site manager was a friendly chap, who extracted the princely sum of $8 for one night's stay. It would have been even cheaper if we'd had a pensioner concession!!

We found a nice grassed spot at the quiet end of the park, with an outlook straight onto the bush, and with glimpses of the lake in the background.  Who could ask for more?

Our fellow residents were clearly avid and capable DIYers, with every caravan set up differently.  People were cordial,  and respected others' quiet times and privacy.  Hopefully this will be the norm in our future travels.

Taking an evening stroll along the lake's edge, we found out that these are the native fish that you are NOT allowed to catch here:

and these are the introduced Brown Trout that you ARE allowed to catch:

There were several fishing boats having a go.

We enjoyed our first night in Wanda.  We worked out how lots of the equipment worked, and what was missing (like the coaxial cable for the TV), and made lists of  things to be installed or packed before the next outing.

Next morning I noticed that our neighbours, a pair of French cycle tourers, were having difficulty pumping up a flat tyre.  I tried out my basic French and offered the use of our sturdy pompe a velo, which they were very grateful for.  They had come from the north the day before (tres dur), and were heading towards Maydena now.

Our second day at the Spin-In, we enjoyed the Show and Tell.  Jenny was doing amazing things using natural substances like gum leaves in dying:

After watching some more sheepdog trials, we headed back south.  Also on this weekend was a wineries open day in the Coal River Valley, and so we popped into Pressing Matters to try some excellent riesling and pinot noir.  With more stocks carefully loaded into Wanda's "garage", it was time to find lunch.  Meadowbank was booked out, so we headed back into town.  Our fantastic first outing in Wanda came to a fitting end as we enjoyed the best fish and chips in Australia at Fish Frenzy, feeling like pampered and  carefree tourists in our own home State.