Wineglass Bay from the lookout over 1000 steps above |
The last Tuesday in January and the coldest morning thus far – although the temperature gauge said 19o C we have figured that its overreading – by what feels like 10o !! Anyway, we left our nice public mooring in Shelly Beach and made our way to the Denison Canal which enables you to shorten the distance to Hobart considerably as you can cut through rather than going right around Tasman Peninsular where we again picked up the public mooring. MAST (Maritime and Safety Tasmania) have placed these moorings in various places around Tasmania and you can avail yourself of them for a short period for free which is really super.
The only purpose-built sea canal in Australia, work started in 1902 and the Denison Canal was opened in 1905 with much fanfare by the then Governor (Sir Gerald Strickland). Almost a kilometre long with the bridge opening at Dunalley being about 10 metres wide (we are 7 metres) next morning, having arranged for the bridge opening, we made our way with some trepidation along the narrow approach, thankful there was neither a lot of wind nor tide. With Bruce and me up on bow-lookout-duties we motored through easily and with a cheery wave to the little man operating the bridge, we were on the way to Hobart.
A must visit - of course!! |
Having dreamt of sailing up the Derwent, like the Sydney-Hobart yachts, we were a tad dismayed to have flat calm and no wind at all which meant motoring all the way up, past Constitution Dock, under the Tasman Bridge to the Prince of Wales Bay marina which was to be our stopping point for the next two weeks.
We hired a car first day, drove up Mt Wellington, fortunately one of the few really clear days, then to the Cascades Female Factory Historic Site – where women convicts were housed and worked, then on to the Cascade Brewery (of course!!) Next morning, we dropped Bruce at the airport for his flight back to ‘the mainland’ and had a drive round Richmond.
Historic Richmond Bridge |
A few exhibits - Maritime Museum |
Walking into Hobart along the bike trail beside the old
railway track, via a visit to the beautiful historic home - Runnymede, one day
Jamie and I spent a few hours at the Maritime Museum, not really big, but
packed with interesting and well displayed objects and articles from days on
the sea gone by.
Whaling was the industry Hobart was built on and apparently
there were so many whales in the Derwent River in the late 1800’s their deep
guttural bellowing noise kept residents on the waterfront awake at nights, and
rumour even has it you could ‘walk from one bank of the river to the other
stepping on the whales backs and not get your feet wet’.
Friends Derek and Debbie (Gold Coast) and Jeff and Sally
(New Zealand) were flying in for the Wooden Boat Festival here in Hobart in the
beginning of February and we were looking forward to spending time with them.
The 6 of us took SOL out, joined the many other spectator boats and watched the
Parade of Sails, with the beautiful old square-rigged boats, old launches, and
many other neat craft from years gone by putting on a lovely display in spite
of the fact the wind was in the wrong direction to fully utilise their sails. We
did a quick sail-by of the big square-riggers at Constitution Dock before
returning to the marina.
Linda left us in Port Arthur and from there we went north to Eaglehawk Neck, anchoring in Pirates Bay. Ashore we walked to the Blowholes then Tasman Arch, the Devil’s Kitchen and on to Waterfall Bay. We explored Eaglehawk Neck, a narrow isthmus where, in the 1830’s, a line of dogs was chained to alert the guards of any convicts breaking out of Port Arthur and managing to make their way north towards Hobart and ensure their recapture.
We have been flooded with so much history here in Tasmania, and loved every minute of it – I surely feel I was born in the wrong era!!
The gorgeous square-rigger "James Craig" with bagpipes being played from the crows nest and cannon fire
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We had a great time in the company of Derek and Debbie, Jeff
and Sally. Taking a trip up to MONA (Museum of Old and New Art) and spending
the afternoon, wandering around inside and out looking, looking, looking, and
discussing the works – some we liked and some we didn’t – each having varying opinions
on the virtues of some of the so called “art” – different folks have different
tastes for sure, and I think I’m old-fashioned!!
Leaving Prince of Wales Bay, we sailed back down the Derwent
to Bruny island for a couple of days then picked Linda (Josida) who we had met
in Fiji, after rounding the incredible cliffs of Cape Raoul we arrived in Port
Arthur. Port Arthur, an amazing historic site in its own right, gained further
notoriety in April 1996 when 35 people were killed in Australia’s deadliest
mass murder. We spent 4 days walking all over this incredible place and
revelling in the well displayed buildings.
Linda left us in Port Arthur and from there we went north to Eaglehawk Neck, anchoring in Pirates Bay. Ashore we walked to the Blowholes then Tasman Arch, the Devil’s Kitchen and on to Waterfall Bay. We explored Eaglehawk Neck, a narrow isthmus where, in the 1830’s, a line of dogs was chained to alert the guards of any convicts breaking out of Port Arthur and managing to make their way north towards Hobart and ensure their recapture.
We have been flooded with so much history here in Tasmania, and loved every minute of it – I surely feel I was born in the wrong era!!
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