tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56895773275563558202024-03-13T13:17:21.738+11:00Shine a LightShine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-22346583780227824412021-06-18T16:54:00.000+10:002021-06-18T16:54:53.119+10:00Cruising Marinas - Manly and Mooloolaba <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJGS3UgT3p8/YMLuas9ynWI/AAAAAAAADOw/tHvu5C14eFY9epVI5Irb7va9fCRS0ZjPACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210526_213156.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJGS3UgT3p8/YMLuas9ynWI/AAAAAAAADOw/tHvu5C14eFY9epVI5Irb7va9fCRS0ZjPACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210526_213156.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The sea of boats in East Coast Marina, Manly, with the Super Moon rising.</div><br />I enjoy being in a marina. Downside is it costs money - some marinas are more expensive than others - but on the whole they're all about the same modest price. Then again, to me, there are a good many upsides. <div><br /></div><div>First, there's no worry about the anchor dragging while snugly tied into a berth. Sometimes the berth is a wee bit too snug and, once in it, all I can think of is, "how are we going to get out of here?!". In spite of the usual worry about getting out, it's easy to get a good night's sleep in a marina.</div><div><br /></div><div>Second, I feel like the weather can't get me. This is pretty much true but, of course, if the wind decides to blow very hard, or the sea gets big & angry or the lightning is really fierce then a marina bound boat could be a sitting duck for damages. But on the whole you're safer there in 99.9% of cases I think.</div><div><br /></div><div>All that meant I was pretty happy to spend time in Manly Marina after being on anchor since arriving in Queensland. While there a deep low started churning way out in the Tasman Sea creating large waves up and down the east coast of Australia meaning Southern Belle could be in her berth for a while. <br /><div><br /></div><div>We had 2 reasons to head for the East Coast Marina in Manly, Qld. Our main purpose was spending time with our adopted family - our dear friend Pip, his lovely wife Kate and their two adorable daughters. They live in the little village of Dunwich on North Stradbroke Island (also called "Straddie"). The next reason for the week's planned stay was to finally (hopefully) receive our new V-berth mattress which would be shipped up from Sydney.</div><div><br /></div><div>Much of Pip's youth in Sydney was spent as close family friends, then part time mentors, then George's best mate and now we're honorary Aunts & Uncles to his two daughters. Living in Sydney we rarely get to see or spend time with them, so being in Queensland we were looking forward to as much time with them as possible. They very kindly arranged for us to stay in her parent's apartment just off the ferry in Cleveland, they also generously loaned us a car to use. </div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B16R56Ilc4s/YMLxltsVHCI/AAAAAAAADO4/Glk6VJMVmkUoX2xOI55ze0Xf2dfsNY2OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210523_113950.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B16R56Ilc4s/YMLxltsVHCI/AAAAAAAADO4/Glk6VJMVmkUoX2xOI55ze0Xf2dfsNY2OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210523_113950.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To get to Dunwich and "Straddie" there are two ferrys .. this one, the Flyer, is for walk on passengers only. There is a car & passenger ferry at another location. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1SeVw8Re8E/YMLzDHXmNWI/AAAAAAAADPM/KphU9UGanTw6eYEAcx7jZWEAhs_Z7sqWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210523_115444.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1SeVw8Re8E/YMLzDHXmNWI/AAAAAAAADPM/KphU9UGanTw6eYEAcx7jZWEAhs_Z7sqWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210523_115444.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The ferry has to cross in high or low tide conditions. Leaving the Cleveland side it doesn't look possible to get out of the bay. The tides up here are big!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTItLRExrRg/YML0wHVnMVI/AAAAAAAADPU/qLsimyF6lwc1VO8zLVQcNh31hx11epXowCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210523_132000.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTItLRExrRg/YML0wHVnMVI/AAAAAAAADPU/qLsimyF6lwc1VO8zLVQcNh31hx11epXowCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210523_132000.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pip, George and Lilli. We had a wonderful time visiting on Straddie. I miss our little family very much already.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While we had the car we drove up to Tamborine Mountain to have a look. The drive isn't bad - just over an hour from Cleveland. I loved it up there, in spite of my apparent sailing affection, I adore trees! The little village has the usual mixture of eateries, shops, and alternate type places. We stopped in one of the artisan shops for a sandwich and coffee. The bread was baked on site that morning and was delicious! The coffee even better! Then after lunch we picked one of the many bush walks in the area for a long walk in the Tamborine National Park; the first national park proclaimed in Queensland way back in 1908. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z20ndEIZVG0/YML5Xw_GrwI/AAAAAAAADPc/_6CjY3WmRGMjVuiyoKEbxhV92oPM0i50ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210529_144401.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z20ndEIZVG0/YML5Xw_GrwI/AAAAAAAADPc/_6CjY3WmRGMjVuiyoKEbxhV92oPM0i50ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210529_144401.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The top of the walk featured massive flooded gum trees - called eucalyptus grandis. Spectacular stands of these trees virtually closed in the path as we followed it down the mountain. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIcQEWGrMzg/YML5t-9kqmI/AAAAAAAADPk/1hzzoFF1xK4xsUyyo53bO4PBPQrxZ_K2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210529_141652.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIcQEWGrMzg/YML5t-9kqmI/AAAAAAAADPk/1hzzoFF1xK4xsUyyo53bO4PBPQrxZ_K2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210529_141652.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Further down the mountain the path becomes a primeval forest of cycads and Bangalow palms. There are quite a few bushwalks in the area. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9CVPW3sh58/YMrw0ePmu-I/AAAAAAAADQI/3cIhjtBggoEHr6NagPLN9M_jUMGw8bf1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210527_185339.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9CVPW3sh58/YMrw0ePmu-I/AAAAAAAADQI/3cIhjtBggoEHr6NagPLN9M_jUMGw8bf1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210527_185339.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While in Manly we caught up with Di and John, very good friends from Tasmania, who are also travelling north. One night we had dinner at the local pub in Manly - the Celtic Corner. It had surprisingly good food for such a little pub.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1KgbRFBw7Q/YMrysnzVS1I/AAAAAAAADQQ/DqcPCCCDms4fpsWuEH9ScVoRdQAzmEXCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210601_122113.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1KgbRFBw7Q/YMrysnzVS1I/AAAAAAAADQQ/DqcPCCCDms4fpsWuEH9ScVoRdQAzmEXCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210601_122113.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the many signs and relics stuck up all over the walls in Celtic Corner. Eejit is a favourite word of ours. One of the many hysterical slang words gifted from the Scots.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On June 2, after almost 2 weeks, the sea calmed and it was time to move on up the coast, next stop the tourist town of Mooloolaba in the Sunshine Coast area of Queensland. Conditions were going to be good for navigating up Morton Bay. Also the forecast of no wind meant getting across the Mooloolaba river bar should be easy. And, our mattress didn't turn up. We still had a little bit of hope left that it would arrive while in our next destination.</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Morton Bay is a big open body of water very shallow in places. The major city of Brisbane, a busy working port, sits at the bottom of Morton Bay which means all boating, including huge ships, need to use certain channels going in and out. I'm not crazy about being close to ships anywhere but if you want to navigate the quickest way up the coast then close to one of the main channels is the best route. As a small boat there's plenty of room to travel along just outside of the channel and out of harm's way. While we made our way up Morton Bay we were passed by 5 enormous ships travelling at least twice our speed or more. I was glad to leave Morton Bay behind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The motorsail from Manly to Mooloolaba proved to be enjoyable. We sailed in company with new friends Nick and Taff on the yacht Cachalot of Hobart. We knew the weather was on our side and a promising flat bar crossing. We entered over the bar first and were a tad alarmed as the depth under the keel suddenly went to 0.05! But it bottomed out quickly and then started rising for the rest of the trip up through the channel and the marina. Cachalot were booked a couple of berths down from us so they went in first, tied up and then came to catch our lines. We were safely snug in a new marina.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9k4-uYkN59Y/YMw1a477GAI/AAAAAAAADQo/Ptp4LLEp3HwLC7LT7a5hClATwXfNnOHogCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210604_092622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9k4-uYkN59Y/YMw1a477GAI/AAAAAAAADQo/Ptp4LLEp3HwLC7LT7a5hClATwXfNnOHogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210604_092622.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Beautiful Mooloolaba beach looking out towards the sea. The river entrance and bar crossing is on the far right side just behind the dark sea wall .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next days were spent walking to the strip of hotels, bars and cafes that line the beautiful beach. Something funny I noticed as we walked along ... the spruikers in front of the different places didn't hassle us! They just looked at us, smiled and eyed other potential customers. I'm not sure if we just looked like grotty yachty types or if it was our age. Even when we stopped to look at a menu they didn't hassle us. When it happened over and over it made me wonder just what 'look' canceled us out of the spending money category.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AUCSbscXgI/YMw2D4AOj-I/AAAAAAAADQw/ExQHh3XjtVU9FNwe30CcavYaI_Q6PrA9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210604_103605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AUCSbscXgI/YMw2D4AOj-I/AAAAAAAADQw/ExQHh3XjtVU9FNwe30CcavYaI_Q6PrA9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210604_103605.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Looking back down the Mooloolaba beach and all the buildings lining the shore; a lovely and popular part of Queensland. This whole Sunshine Coast is a favourite destination for holidays and retirement. It's easy to see why.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While in Mooloolaba we caught up with special friends. My friend Steve and his wife Anne came aboard for drinks and then a delicious dinner not far from the marina. Steve and I have known each other for years .. since we both worked in the Home Entertainment business. He is a one of a kind beautiful man I feel very honored to call my friend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gd_Swt6eO1I/YMw5EfFGj3I/AAAAAAAADQ4/Omte6mppZQUXqrwsyb0SP-Fn8A0zubgSACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/received_491538758756976.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gd_Swt6eO1I/YMw5EfFGj3I/AAAAAAAADQ4/Omte6mppZQUXqrwsyb0SP-Fn8A0zubgSACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/received_491538758756976.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Steve and me after our dinner with his lovely wife Anne and George. </div><div><br /></div>We also met up with Sharon and Ian, our sailing mates from Pittwater. They live just up from Mooloolaba in Maroochydore. Ian drove down to the marina and collected us for morning tea in their new apartment. Our first trip up the coast in 2013 was in company with Sharon and Ian and other members of the RPAYC (Royal Prince Alfred Yacht Club). I love them both but the one thing I'll always remember happened in Cairns that year. We were leaving the RPAYC group to move to another marina and join the Louisiades Rally sailing to the islands east of New Guinea. As always happens the departure time had to be early early to make the tide - 0400 in the morning! I was worried and scared about the international trip in our little boat. Leaving our friends in the dark, alone, made it that much harder. As I was walking back from dropping the marina key in the box I noticed two people standing at our boat. It was Sharon and Ian there to see us off at 4am. I cried. For that act alone I will always love them dearly.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1Uc1nCO5lE/YMw8Lml-NOI/AAAAAAAADRA/p3f11NcLlTsco7oq25T2QVsYm6oZmFy6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210605_121204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1Uc1nCO5lE/YMw8Lml-NOI/AAAAAAAADRA/p3f11NcLlTsco7oq25T2QVsYm6oZmFy6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210605_121204.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A happy selfie with Sharon and Ian!</div><br /><div>And then it was time to cross the bar again and head up to Fraser Island and the Great Sandy Straits. Our mattress still hadn't arrived and by this time it was on the cusp of being officially declared lost. Damn. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-26042662304763955642021-05-27T17:12:00.000+10:002021-05-27T17:12:21.403+10:00Finally! We made it to Queensland!!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4nrnSj0MqU/YK3jsQqoPGI/AAAAAAAADMo/wbdMF0SI3RYDgRDF6OMijW0irls6sre6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210515_072133.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4nrnSj0MqU/YK3jsQqoPGI/AAAAAAAADMo/wbdMF0SI3RYDgRDF6OMijW0irls6sre6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210515_072133.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Australia's Gold Coast - surf beaches, theme parks, night clubs - Holiday central.</div><br />As I type this there is a COVID outbreak happening in Melbourne. Another example of the virus "escaping" from hotel quarantine. Unlike so much of the world these events are small in number and severity here but with every breakout there is the threat of state border - or even community - lock downs. Once we rented the house and moved everything out there was a nagging fear we wouldn't make it to Queensland before another lock down happened. When we finally crossed the Queensland Gold Coast Seaway early on Saturday, May 15 we felt a great relief. After delaying our cruising adventure last year it's very rewarding to know we can spend winter this year sailing the tropics. <div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dA6H5w7gUI/YK3sIekZvtI/AAAAAAAADMw/c90B8DE5DjM_JX4N3gCBpv6bX15lNcMfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210513_113848.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dA6H5w7gUI/YK3sIekZvtI/AAAAAAAADMw/c90B8DE5DjM_JX4N3gCBpv6bX15lNcMfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210513_113848.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Southern Belle in her berth at Coffs Harbour Marina. </span></div><div><p>The previous blog ended with us in Coffs Harbour waiting out the weather and in hopes the new v-berth mattress we bought for the boat back at the beginning of December would arrive. Our much needed new bed had been delayed for months due to COVID in Europe. Then once on a container ship it was delayed due to another ship stuck crosswise in the Suez Canal. So, with an uncertain promise of the mattress arriving, we welcomed Judy and Martin taking us away to their lovely property at Girralong way up in the mountains of northern NSW. </p><p>Every stay with J & M is relaxing and usually offers new experiences. Like the first time I saw a red belly black snake!! And the various reptiles. And the tiny antechinus mouse-like marsupial that has absolutely NO fear of humans. This time we were invited to a birthday party (May 8) a few valleys away. Everyone attending was asked to either wear something purple or leopard skin print. Sounded like my kind of party! The drive there was delightful ... bouncing down ever smaller dirt roads, around sharp mountain switch backs, over flowing creek beds and, as we got closer, paddock fences decorated more and more elaborately.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Of1mPiYmv7I/YK3xm4_uhFI/AAAAAAAADM4/gOHSFXHF-sgv6y8ihZWQNBaS2cjfZz9twCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2266.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Of1mPiYmv7I/YK3xm4_uhFI/AAAAAAAADM4/gOHSFXHF-sgv6y8ihZWQNBaS2cjfZz9twCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2266.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The first fence.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpZo0wWvRU/YK3xqOf6NhI/AAAAAAAADM8/8NnWItMHjpMgI9j1TfsM_pV1rzpwkiV1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2267%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpZo0wWvRU/YK3xqOf6NhI/AAAAAAAADM8/8NnWItMHjpMgI9j1TfsM_pV1rzpwkiV1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2267%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Second fence going up to the party.</div><p>We eventually crossed what was more like a small river than a creek and rounded a slippery hill to look down on a field full of trucks, 4-wheel drive vehicles, a smoking BBQ and lots of people. It was a great party. At first I thought people would be standoffish or suspicious of strangers but everyone was more than friendly. We met an eclectic mix of characters ranging from artists, to organic farmers, tree changers and those who long ago chose to leave main stream society behind. George and I were warmly welcomed. I had a terrific time but too soon we had to leave before night came. When darkness comes up in those parts it comes with a complete unforgiving blackout. Even the stars are blacked out by the towering tree canopy.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIcIUOOpkKI/YK36RrnkGPI/AAAAAAAADNI/WaNv0sdcQlseW_HxfvYQoJbe10fXFLMugCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/photo%2Bfrom%2Bwoods%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIcIUOOpkKI/YK36RrnkGPI/AAAAAAAADNI/WaNv0sdcQlseW_HxfvYQoJbe10fXFLMugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/photo%2Bfrom%2Bwoods%2B2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me and Judy with our purple!</div><br />After a wonderful few days with J & M we drove my car back to the boat expecting our mattress to turn up and needing a vehicle to take the old mattress to the tip. While waiting we took a drive up the coast to the seaside town of Woolgoolga. It's a pleasant little coastal town with surfing, white sand beaches, camping, bushwalking, a mix of alternate and run of the mill stores and eateries .. But what it's most known for is it's large Sikh population. The town has two large Sikh temples and sadly the one we wanted to visit wasn't open. Woolgoolga is a big testament to successful multiculturalism with the blending of Sikh and Australian culture in this little town.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lHg0ynKSjA/YK3-3uAVdcI/AAAAAAAADNQ/dDFkX0umrmM63xlzwDf_gdKTYbaKJyo7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210512_102546_001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lHg0ynKSjA/YK3-3uAVdcI/AAAAAAAADNQ/dDFkX0umrmM63xlzwDf_gdKTYbaKJyo7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210512_102546_001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the large Sikh temples.</div><br />Back at the boat, the weather window for going north was closing and it looked like our missing mattress was not going to arrive. Judy had to come into a meeting near Coffs so she and Martin came down to join us for a last lunch and take the car back up to the farm. That night we prepared the boat for a dawn departure ... 24 hours to Queensland's Gold Coast and our first overnight sail in years.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5WAlKCrvSg/YK4CjRhLkbI/AAAAAAAADNY/Sq8EMJZQpKwdfsgjOwINb-sfqMIiHJGwACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210514_174201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5WAlKCrvSg/YK4CjRhLkbI/AAAAAAAADNY/Sq8EMJZQpKwdfsgjOwINb-sfqMIiHJGwACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210514_174201.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Darkness falls. The sun dips below the sea and the tiny moon makes an appearance.</div><p>The sail north was uneventful. No wind and a soft rolling sea meant we had to motorsail the whole 24 hours to the Gold Coast. I admit I was apprehensive as the darkness came, but that soon past as I got into the groove of sailing through the night. The moon was just a sliver adding very little light but when the stars came out it was like seeing deep into the milky way. The sheer awesomeness of being so small and insignificant is disarming and at the same time reassuring. Life is good. All will be OK.</p><p>We motored through the Gold Coast Seaway channel into Queensland Saturday morning holiday crowd bedlam. One of the other cruisers we met here described it, "like entering a Mad Max movie". There were speed boats of every size, surfers paddling across the channel unconcerned about our approaching boat, fishing boats, jetskis .. you name it. And everyone and everything going full speed. We anchored behind Wave Break Island just inside the channel, had an egg sandwich and hit the bed for a much needed sleep.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XGsOgjBgSc/YK8VWA6M1fI/AAAAAAAADNg/AZt4ZD7Rfpws9ZdYdEjBpDYJyH3tUu_MgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/IMG_2446.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XGsOgjBgSc/YK8VWA6M1fI/AAAAAAAADNg/AZt4ZD7Rfpws9ZdYdEjBpDYJyH3tUu_MgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2446.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Louisiades Reunion Crowd. A very special night.</div><p>Later that afternoon we spoke to our friends, John and Di from Launceston, who were staying in one of the high rise apartment buildings on the other side of The Broadwater. We met during the Louisiades Rally in 2013. Turns out there were lots of people around from that wonderful time. So Di and a few others puled together a lightning fast reunion for the next night. It was great to see so many people together after all this time. Many have kept in touch and continued to sail together or get together whenever an opportunity happened. I counted people there from 10 boats out of the 20 (21?) boats total. Great night with terrific people. The Louisiades Rally was our first trip across oceans and, to this day, one of the best things I have ever done. Even if it did terrify me on several occasions!</p><p>The next morning we upped anchor and headed up the main channel of The Broadwater to Tipplers Passage where we anchored for a couple of nights. Tipplers is a lovely holiday area on the inside of South Stradbroke Island. It's only accessable by water via your own personal boat or a ferry from Southport. There are several club areas and a camping/resort section with a good restaurant. Our first morning there was unfortunately spent on the boat because our main toilet decided to block. Solid. So poor George spent hours pulling all the smelly bits apart and cleaning out the crystal build up in the hoses. We did have a welcome break in the morning to catch up for coffee with good cruising friends last seen in Tasmania. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljjKKjcUngc/YK8-SMS2qSI/AAAAAAAADNo/e82fqNJGLn4L74qI7DADqLNbIXxOavQWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210518_100755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljjKKjcUngc/YK8-SMS2qSI/AAAAAAAADNo/e82fqNJGLn4L74qI7DADqLNbIXxOavQWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210518_100755.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anchored off the front of lovely Tipplers.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRtoQPAmMMY/YK8-X4X3aFI/AAAAAAAADNs/b6NJeN_POSo-2ZdAWq3P0mNCiLFeluNggCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210518_100502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRtoQPAmMMY/YK8-X4X3aFI/AAAAAAAADNs/b6NJeN_POSo-2ZdAWq3P0mNCiLFeluNggCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210518_100502.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">George hard at work stripping the toilet pump. Bless him.</div><p>The plan was to get up the next morning. Head over for a good cooked breakfast. Wait for the rising tide and make a bit more progress toward Morton Bay. There are a lot of channels through The Broadwater and most are shallow. It's important to head off on a rising tide and pay close attention to the many and sometimes confusing channel markers. We waited the right amount of time and then headed down the Tipplers Channel to merge again with the main channel. I won't go into the whole mess here but we had a bit of trouble. Long story short - the boat stopped right in the middle of the channel and refused to start again, George spent 3 hours trying to start it, we called electricians we knew, we were at the point of spending the night in the channel and getting a tow the next day .. when George managed to short start the starter motor again. So, right at the top of the tide we raced out towards the only marina in that section of The Broadwater. Spent the night tied up to a too shallow work berth and after starting the fussy starter early the next day we headed - at the fastest speed possible - to our berth in the East Coast Marina in Manly Qld. That's where we are now. Lots more to update but I'll end this marathon here. More later.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DD9fmxn8VIY/YK9C9YnPRUI/AAAAAAAADN0/-X5I6lrbEBo6ZiLyMBcCzzhImL2nh815wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210520_130135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DD9fmxn8VIY/YK9C9YnPRUI/AAAAAAAADN0/-X5I6lrbEBo6ZiLyMBcCzzhImL2nh815wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210520_130135.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are 3 or 4 marinas here in Manly. It's a sea of masts under beautiful and warm Queensland skies.</div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-91525744575089574692021-05-07T17:18:00.000+10:002021-05-07T17:18:40.678+10:00Transition - Land to Sea - Month #1<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOg9xaatBi4/YJSYr01KaII/AAAAAAAADJs/7VOXWLQTK_wbz9yA3p2yvRhmdofGHJMWACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210502_165628.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOg9xaatBi4/YJSYr01KaII/AAAAAAAADJs/7VOXWLQTK_wbz9yA3p2yvRhmdofGHJMWACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210502_165628.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking out to sea.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">We talked about it often.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The dream of selling up or renting the house and living on the boat full
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Over the last 10 years we’ve lived
and explored on Southern Belle for periods of 6 or 7 months, but we always had a
house, a home, and our dog there waiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But now, since Molly left us, there was nothing to keep us from that dream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So, we did it, rented the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Totally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Moved everything out and
happily welcomed other people to build their home there.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">I won’t go into the seemingly endless days of cleaning, recycling, re-homing, and throwing out the contents of closets, filing cabinets, kitchen cupboards and, worst of all, the backyard
shed. Too many friends and
family have heard that rant far too often.
I’ll just say here, “it was a LOT harder than I thought it would
be!” But it’s done. All of it. And it was far less emotionally taxing than I had expected. George is never as attached to "stuff" as I am; but I managed to sort and pack and clean and then walk away. Time to move on and try a new way of life. We have a very nice family making their home for the next few
years in our house. And, as I write this blog one month and one day on from the big move, we’re living on our boat and, so far, I’m happy.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">A huge note of thanks goes to our dear friends Judy and Martin for taking a lot of our "stuff" and keeping it on their beautiful property in Girralong, NSW. They're keeping my car and loads of George's tools. We even managed to cram our little hard dingy in the back of my car. I didn't want to leave the fiberglass boat on the beach to rot, like so many you see dotted around the foreshore. Hopefully they can use it to cross their creek when the summer downpours come.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejvphFmbqEs/YJSdWJvznfI/AAAAAAAADJ0/V4DKljSEcbU-dW7wicgGJW9SSdkk8lEGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210415_165739.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejvphFmbqEs/YJSdWJvznfI/AAAAAAAADJ0/V4DKljSEcbU-dW7wicgGJW9SSdkk8lEGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210415_165739.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Subaru with the last of it headed up to the farm.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNoSpacing">So, after all that talking, planing and procrastinating we departed The Basin on Pittwater in the early morning hours of April 21 headed for our first destination of Newcastle, NSW. The forecast had 20+ knot winds straight out of the south for our first journey which is good. It means the full head sail out with good speed. And it delivered. We had 24-28 knots most of the 9 hours sailing. The only downside I guess was the southeasterly swell running about 2 metres slapping against our hull which made my landlubber stomach extremely uncomfortable. No problem really. We motored into the picturesque harbour between incoming and outgoing coal ships - huge things - and safely into our berth. Our friends Thelma and Bruce were there waiting to grab a line and enjoy the resulting evening of wine and good conversation. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idGYyxrdDgY/YJTY-c9vGsI/AAAAAAAADKA/Q7Uypb4bXHE0_zkeecIHlDK1VbMOZvBDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210424_141244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idGYyxrdDgY/YJTY-c9vGsI/AAAAAAAADKA/Q7Uypb4bXHE0_zkeecIHlDK1VbMOZvBDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210424_141244.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In spite of being a hugely busy coal port Newcastle Harbour is well worth a visit. The facilities are first rate, there are great walks into town along the foreshore plus shopping and dining are just steps away.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing">We enjoyed Newcastle and we also had a good, but too short, catch up with our friend David Bradburn of Bluewater Cruising Yachts who built our boat. Walking around the area is lovely to look at but also historic. The tree of knowledge was right off our marina arm. It's a stunning Morton Bay Fig tree, the only survivor of 9 trees planted in 1870 by the wife of the soon to be mayor of the settlement. The tree is considered significant in NSW for a few reasons ... it was the scene of indigenous corroboree gatherings; it was thought an inspiration for Henry Lawson, Australian poet and writer; it could have been celebrated by the labour/union movement. Whatever it is significance and a mighty tree.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scNEeJIShGY/YJTdbrwcQVI/AAAAAAAADKM/0bUuL3zFn_MtrCR1zFrrSprh_7G8jf87QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210424_141220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scNEeJIShGY/YJTdbrwcQVI/AAAAAAAADKM/0bUuL3zFn_MtrCR1zFrrSprh_7G8jf87QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210424_141220.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tree of Knowledge - Newcastle</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing">The next days were spent cruising in perfect weather. From Newcastle to Broughton Island off Port Stephens where we anchored at Providence Beach at the northern side of the Island. Beautiful anchorage but too rolly for my tastes. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQps27n0HCc/YJTfeaE_hUI/AAAAAAAADKU/iK3_12iLQ-IST4b4E9kCORc05AfW4nbbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210425_135404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQps27n0HCc/YJTfeaE_hUI/AAAAAAAADKU/iK3_12iLQ-IST4b4E9kCORc05AfW4nbbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210425_135404.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Broughton Island, Providence Beach</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Next we traveled to one of my favourite places - Camden Haven - for a few days and after that Port Macquarie. We had always wanted to go into PM but couldn't due to the conditions on the bar. We had a great time there staying in the small and very tight marina. We walked miles. The best walk is along the barway where the rocks have been painted over the years by people, families, clubs and more to commemorate holidays or the passing of loved ones. <div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K451baYE48/YJTj1sLQexI/AAAAAAAADKc/QEGuFbgCSsoQGgNr_SXrg_w7EMgmHZ0VwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210430_104439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K451baYE48/YJTj1sLQexI/AAAAAAAADKc/QEGuFbgCSsoQGgNr_SXrg_w7EMgmHZ0VwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210430_104439.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The walkway along the channel into Port Macquarie with the painted rocks.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcM26IMty_s/YJTkA0MK1LI/AAAAAAAADKg/i1nlAFuxQxkDrmN97qf4fizBMWI35UzgACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210430_104435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcM26IMty_s/YJTkA0MK1LI/AAAAAAAADKg/i1nlAFuxQxkDrmN97qf4fizBMWI35UzgACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210430_104435.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favourites along the Channel</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing">We departed Port Macquarie at 3am on May 3 to make slack water on the rising tide. I was apprehensive but the departure was easy. George did a great job driving Southern Belle through the incoming low swell. Our destination Coffs Harbour is 67 nautical miles north. The forecast was for little to no wind so we knew we had a long day of motoring. But we thought we'd get there about 2 or 3 pm in the afternoon. What we didn't take into account was the 2 - 3 knot Australian Eastern Current pushing us back the whole way! We entered the marina just after 5pm with the sun setting after a long long motor against the current. The wine tasted especially nice that night.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Il7pCAuGYC8/YJTmQdS-0nI/AAAAAAAADKs/GTJKNrVvL48mCvIU54irIOTDtk9PGdfIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210505_112203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Il7pCAuGYC8/YJTmQdS-0nI/AAAAAAAADKs/GTJKNrVvL48mCvIU54irIOTDtk9PGdfIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210505_112203.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The outer bay at Coffs. The harbour and marina are in the left of the photo. This is also the international clearing in port for yacht arrivals on the New South Wales coast.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing">The weather turned unpleasant after our arrival with strong winds, big sea swells and rain. So Judy and Martin drove the one hour up from their property to pick us up for a weekend in the country. So far this boating life has been one of exercise - we've walked a lot at every port, friends, great sleep and revisiting what we've learned about ourselves and our boat. Not bad for month #1!!!!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p></p></div>Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-1660430795896996252019-01-31T12:48:00.000+11:002019-01-31T12:49:24.349+11:00Down the Channel and around to Cygnet - Jan 2 to Jan 11, 2019<br />
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On a stunning January 2 morning it was time to move out of the marina and do some cruising in the world renown D'Entrecasteaux Channel. First we had to say goodbye to Jim and Jeannie of Onora who are headed off to New Zealand as soon as their crew arrive and they get a good weather window. We hugged and promised to keep in touch and then walked away (which made me sad). I hope we do see them again someday they were good folks and Jeannie and I shared so many of the same views. I wish them fair winds and good travels wherever they may wander.<br />
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The D'Entrecasteaux Channel .. or simply the Channel .. is a wide body of water separating the Tasmanian mainland from Bruny Island. It was discovered in April 1792 by the French explorer Bruni D'Entrecasteaux who, according to Wikipedia, was ill at the time and the seas were rough. His navigator made a calculation error and brought the ships up the then unknown channel into calm waters and discovered this very special place. The Channel, the coast of Tasmania along here and Bruny Island offer all kinds of enjoyment for anyone and everyone. There are picturesque little towns, boutique winerys, art, sailing, sheltered coves and historic sites. You don't need a boat to explore but it does add to the experience!<br />
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So, we headed out of our marina berth and down to the Channel. It was a good day with just the right amount of wind for a fast broad reach downwind at 6 knots. The boat and Captain George (and even me) were happy. We managed to sail all the way to our mooring in Sykes Cove with only a few adjustments .. a feat not often accomplished when navigating around headlands, hills and wind shifts. Sykes Cove is a sheltered anchorage at the bottom of the large and popular Barnes Bay. The reason this was our first stop? It's the closest anchorage to the Bruny Island House of Whiskey.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lovely, calm Sykes Cove. When we arrived there was only 1 other boat, SV Stray Cats. By the time we left, became good friends with Debbie and Steve.</td></tr>
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The House of Whiskey is advertised as having the most extensive representation of purely Tasmanian malt whiskey in one spectacular place. The room even smells good! Faced with a choice ranging from their Trappers Hut 15 year old to lesser younger malts it can become almost overwhelming. They do offer a selection of 4 half dram tasters for $40. We chose to do that. Now, George is from Scotland and he knows his malts. Me, I'm not that crazy about whiskey but I do love a Glenmorangie every now and then. Sadly, neither of us liked any of the whiskeys in our selection (but that didn't mean anything was left in the glass). If you're there it's worth a visit, even if just for the experience of the view and the tasting room selection! Oh, and they have boutique gin too.<br />
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The next day the westerly wind was still blowing so we moved over to the mainland side of the Channel to a place called Peppermint Bay. We jumped at the invitation to join Sans Souci and Supa Trooper - also members of the PISST! group - there for very enjoyable sundowners that evening. One of the lovely little towns found along this waterway is Woodbridge and it is just up the road from the Peppermint Bay jetty. Turns out there is a perfect and very popular general store serving good coffee and breakfast there so we all went up the next morning and after a very nice meal walked around the area.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loved this! A free community library. The rules are, "if you like a book please take it and bring one back if you can". </td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;">I was ready for a big lunch or dinner off the boat and one I didn't have to cook. The bistro at Woodbridge is supposed to be very good so we called for a reservation but they were booked out. Disappointed and thinking the westerly winds had died down a bit I suggested we make a run for the Great Bay anchorage and the Get Shucked oyster farm and bar. We loved Get Shucked in 2015 and it was one of the places we knew we had to visit again this time ... but we have to be able to anchor in Great Bay to get there. A few words about Great Bay. It's a massive area, shallow at only 4 or 5 meters all over, full of fish farms and unpleasant in westerly winds. Not far into the bay after leaving our anchorage the wind picked up to over 25 knots and Great Bay rapidly became not so great or comfortable. We had to change course and find another sheltered anchorage for the night which turned out to be Aitkins Point in Isthmus Bay. George enjoyed the sail there heeled over on a fast beam reach. Me, not so much. Our new friends from Stray Cats were there already sheltering from the wind and as we anchored they brought over a couple of flathead fish they had just caught so instead of oysters we did get fresh fish for dinner. That was our first attempt getting to Get Shucked.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fresh flathead for dinner! Thank you Steve!</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;">The next morning we were up early and sailed off to our next destination of Port Cygnet and the village of Cygnet. We managed to sail almost all the way to Huon Island and the start of the Huon River but the wind fizzled out and we motored the rest of the way up the river and into the Port. Just like the Channel the Huon River is wide and deep at this lower end with many fish farms along the banks and a big farm right down the middle. Once the farm in the middle is behind you the cruise up the Huon River is peaceful and scenic. It's not long until the wide opening to Port Cygnet appears off the starboard side and you turn the boat in towards the little port. At the head of the bay there are quite a lot of boats on moorings with the terrific little Cygnet Sailing Club house sitting on the bank with a well used dingy corral . We had booked the DSS mooring for 2 days and made our way through the boats to find the mooring. Just as we found it and were turning off the motor this large dolphin popped up right beside the boat with a loud blow. Scared me to death! Then it proceeded to fish for awhile on the surface just off the side of the bow. Wow! I mentioned it to cruisers who are here just about every year and they said they had never seen a dolphin in the Port before so I consider us very lucky.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Port Cygnet with rolling hills and some fine houses behind. The Cygnet Sailing Club house sits right on the water's edge just behind the blue hull boat in the photo.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;">It's a 25 minute walk from the Port into the town of Cygnet. I really like the town. It seems to be - at least to the infrequent visitor like me - a friendly, vibrant and progressive village. We walked into town for a few groceries and a nice lunch in the Bed & Breakfast hotel. That evening we had dinner while enjoying the sounds of being at anchor in this lovely place.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">The next day, Tuesday, was race day at the Cygnet Sailing Club. Every Tuesday they have an afternoon race followed by a 'come one come all' $15 a head BBQ. We watched the race get underway from our cockpit and then long before it was over took the dingy over for the BBQ. We met up with Jim and Ann, very accommplished live aboard cruisers off their boat Insatiable II, and they introduced us to some of the locals. I sort of felt sorry for the people in the race because the dinner kicked off long before the race was over and when they finally arrived there wasn't much food left. We also met a couple who were passing through on their way around the world from The Netherlands. She is a member of WWSA (Women Who Sail Australia) too. Really good people and very interesting to hear their exploits. She is way way braver than I'll ever be.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me with Janneke off the yacht Anna Caroline, great to meet and talk to her and her partner.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;">The rest of the week was one lazy day after the other enjoying walks into town, good coffee and meeting new people. We were there for the popular Cygnet Folk Festival due to start on the coming Friday and we were looking forward to seeing friends on Sans Souci, Supa Trooper and Stray Cats again. There was a crowd expected for the weekend so it was nice to shift down for a while and spend some quiet time on the boat.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of the boats in the Cygnet race .. there were all kinds and sizes participating.</td></tr>
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The morning noises outside the boat remind me of the soundtrack from every film I've seen set at the seaside. The soft whistling of the wind in the rigging, the large pacific gull's calls and the bump bump of the boat on the jetty combine to create a nostalgic chorus at sunrise.<br />
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The sun comes up early here because we're so far south. It shines through the hatches over our v-berth just after 5 am and the light doesn't fade until well after 9 pm. At first I couldn't get used to the almost 15 hours of daylight but I'm loving it now. <br />
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The last blog ended with our arrival in Hobart on December 20. Following the celebration of getting here the next few days were filled with cleaning, provisioning, exploring and spending time with friends. We also had to go into town and find George a new phone, a task that turned out to be far more complicated than initially thought. My husband prides himself on being one of the 11% of Australians without a 'smart phone'. Of course he's happy to make frequent 'smart' requests of me using my phone. Turns out there isn't much demand for dumb phones in Hobart and we had to ask the phone shop to order one. Additionally, because his old phone had well and truly kicked the bucket, we couldn't get any of his contact numbers transferred. What a hassle! I must commend the nice people in the very busy phone shop for their patience with and assistance to a couple of clueless people two days before Christmas.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our marina, the Derwent Sailing Squadron, is in walking distance of the famous Battery Point area of Hobart. We walking around that beautiful area quite a bit. Always in the background is Mount Wellington rising above all of Hobart.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Battery Point has beautiful homes from the 1800's and wherever you turn there are reminders of the unique beauty of the part of Hobart.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The weekend markets offer great people watching along with delicious produce - the strawberrys have been exceptional! - and good street food. This picture of the Farm Gate market, my favourite, which is held on every Sunday morning.</td></tr>
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Then came Christmas Day.<br />
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Before I go into what a fun, funny, fantastic day that turned out to be I first should introduce PISST!, the Personal Invitational Sailing Squadron Tasmania! A collection of 7 or so boats and crew that made the sail down from the mainland either in company at some point or already known before arrival. The acronym vividly describes the end result from the group's main activity which is socialising over an alcoholic beverage or two or three. <br />
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The PISST! group decided since we're all here away from family and friends to have our Christmas Lunch together. Everyone made food to share and, in keeping with the Christmas spirit, there would be Kris Kringle gifts under $10 to exchange during the festivities. Well, the day turned out to be a real hoot. The food was fabulous. There was everything from prawns, to traditional turkey and dressing, to American sweet potato casserole and corn pudding plus several deserts! Again, in keeping with tradition everyone departed late in the afternoon completely stuffed with food and happy with good friendship and drink.<br />
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The two highlights of the day - other than the food - were the gift giving and a perfect recital/performance of the American poem classic "Casey At The Bat".<br />
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Kris Kringle was different and better than anything I've experienced before. Instead of the usual Santa handouts each person got to choose their present from a table heaped with wrapped boxes and odd shaped packages. To determine the picking order each of us had to select a playing card with the highest card holder going last. Initially that seemed odd until we learned the kicker ... you didn't necessarily get to keep the first present you selected, even if you really liked it. If the next person picked a present they didn't particularly fancy they could take a pre-selected gift from someone who went before ... then the person now without a gift had to choose from the table again. It was a great way to do it ... it kept everyone involved and laughing through the whole exchange. I think everyone pretty much got something they wanted or could use with the possible exception of Brian from Zofia who ended up with a pair of white knickers with a rather large candy cane protruding from the front.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The PISST! group with our Kris Kringle gifts ... Brian is modelling the candy cane.</td></tr>
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Then, after dinner and before dessert, Jim off the American boat Onora did a perfect recital of "Casey At The Bat" supported by Brian's interpretive performance. I've heard and seen the poem many times during my American days, I loved the Disney cartoon when I was a kid, but I have to say their performance was the best yet!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim sharing the tragic tale of Casey at the Bat with Brian showing us how it's done.</td></tr>
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The next few days were a bit quiet, we needed a rest. Then on the morning of the 28th we woke to the news that the maxi yachts leading the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race were headed up the Derwent River for the finish line. Our marina berth was perfectly placed to watch the the finish for the 3 leading 100 ft+ maxis. We had our breakfast fruit bowls, toast and tea sitting on top of the dodger watching the spectator fleet race alongside Wild Oats XI as she headed for the finish. Then all the little boats turned around and sped off back down the river to escort Blackjack and Comanche to the finish as they battled each other for the #2 slot. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wild Oats XI racing to the finish line of the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race.</td></tr>
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After that exciting start to the day we decided to take the local Metro bus to the Cascade Brewery for their tour. Cascade Pale Ale is the oldest continually brewed beer in Australia. The Cascade Brewery was started by Peter Degraves in 1831 following a stint in jail here in Hobart. I love that Australia and specifically Tasmania has such an interesting gene pool of enterprising rogues. Supposedly he had a sawmill plant on the site from 1824 but after jail he decided to do something good and brew beer. We were told in the tour that the water in Hobart town at the time was awful due to the tanneries and factories up stream of the river so it was literally "drink beer or die". Anyway, not sure about that, I haven't read that little fact anywhere else but the tour was interesting and the samples afterwards were very generous.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The iconic building housing the brewery.</td></tr>
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We wrapped up the last days of the year visiting the Taste of Tasmania which goes over 4 days highlighting the boutique food, wine, gin and beer created all over Tassie. It take over a whole wharf down in the Salamanca area of Hobart near Constitution dock. The Taste has booths and trailers set up selling some of the treats of the area. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the areas to sample anything from scallops to sausages to wine to boutique gin. Great place to enjoy a sample plate and talk to people who've come there from all over the world. </td></tr>
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And then the PISST! group celebrated NYE on the 64ft yacht Onora. Thanks to Jim and Jeanie for hosting us all! It was a terrific and fun evening. We all made food to share and rang in the New Year in true yachtie style. George and I even made it to the midnight fireworks over Hobart! (Something we never manage to do at home, we always go to bed long before they light up the sky!) I, unfortunately, don't have any photos from the night ... way too busy having fun.<br />
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<br />Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-54712430183141509532019-01-03T11:08:00.001+11:002019-01-03T11:08:41.845+11:00From Triabunna to Hobart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our stay in Triabunna turned out to be a few days longer than expected due to a number of reasons primarily relating to weather and tides at the Marion Narrows/Denison Canal. I'll also be the first to admit I became quite comfortable there in the all weather safety of the marina.<br />
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After a week George was suffering badly from itchy feet and wanting to get moving when our good friends on SV Zofia arrived with the early afternoon tide Monday, December 17. Through them we met David and Judi and absolutely had to stay for a very enjoyable BBQ at David's house that night. We had planned to move on the next day but David explained that Tuesday night was the final evening for the Tribunna Community Film Event and it would be a special night we should not miss. It took some convincing for George to agree to stay another night but finally he did.<br />
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These not-for-profit film nights had been running as a night to get together, share a few drinks and a good film but to also raise money for some of the town's projects. All up over the years they've raised over $80,000 dollars for the community. Unfortunately due to "council issues", which were never really explained, the event had to stop and we were lucky to be there for the final evening. We saw "Mama Mia Here We Go Again" ... and Santa made an appearance at the end to hand out door and raffle prizes. As it turned out even George - who normally would rather stab himself in the eye than watch a musical - had a good time!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David, Judi, George, Eva and Brian before the film commenced.</td></tr>
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The next morning there was no further reason to delay, it was time to move on to Hobart. As always happens with me after a while in a marina, I had a case of Marina Departure Dread. Not sure if that's what you'd call it but there is a certain complacency that gets into the psyche after a while safe in a marina pen. It's the little fear that the weather, the boat, the sea state .. anything ... might be really bad 'out there'. It's that little fear that says, "things are fine here, why leave now?". Of course one has to move on but I seem to always have that tussle with the 'Dread'.<br />
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Anyway, Dread or no Dread we left Triabunna at 8am with plenty of water under the keel headed to Chinamans Bay at Maria Island to wait for the right time to sail down to the Marion Narrows .. right time meaning just the last hour or so of the incoming tide. Eva and Brian on Zofia weren't far behind.<br />
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The Denison Canal is a short cut to Hobart. It means not sailing further south and around the bottom of Tasman Island. To get to the canal you have to go through the obstacle of the Marion Narrows which is the entrance to the very shallow Blackman Bay. The depth goes from just over a meter deep to as much as 6 meters deep as you enter over a sand bar and snake around the Bay entrance. We have a 2 meter draft and we believed we needed every inch of the incoming tide. Plus, the guide books say it's dangerous to go over the bar in strong N-NE wind. The forecast for the afternoon was a lovely 10-15 knots of wind from the NE but nice and mild. A gentle afternoon sail which would get us at the bar approx 45 min from the high tide. Well, that didn't happen.<br />
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Southern Belle and Zofia upped anchors together at 14.30 ready for our lovely no hassle sail down to the Narrows and a planned dinner in the pub at Dunalley overnight before going through the canal early the next morning. Unfortunately the wind picked up to 20 knots, gusting much more, and we got to the bar an hour and a half before high tide with building waves. The boat was rolling and pitching and I was worrying (as usual). I looked at George and asked, "what are we going to do?", thinking we'd maybe have to tack back for half an hour. He calmly looked a me, shrugged his shoulders and said (without a hint of alarm), "we're going in". And we did. My hands were shaking as I ticked off the passing channel markers as we motored through the surf and into the shallow channel. Of course we made it in fine. So did Zofia. But it would have been better if we had the nice calm winds expected.<br />
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That wasn't the end of it. We still had to travel through the shallow channel to Dunally. By the time we got there it was gusting 30 knots. Quite unpleasant. We didn't get to the pub and it blew and rained all night.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Forlornly looking over at the village of Dunally with a perfectly good pub we were missing.</td></tr>
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The next morning the wind had eased but the forecast for the waters to Hobart was awful. The sky hung heavy overhead grey with fog and drizzle. We had a booking at 8.00 for the bridge over the canal but wondered if it wouldn't be better to either stay in Dunally for another night or go through to and anchor in a bay on the other side to wait for a better weather window. After discussions with Zofia the decision was left open .. we would go through at the booked time and see what the weather looked like at the other side.<br />
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Traversing the canal was straight forward. We had planned the tide time for slack water but the current was still against us at 3 knots meaning the engine had to fight it the whole way.<br />
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Once on the other side the wind was starting to build and the cloud had descended down close to the water making the bay ahead look ominous. We met a boat at the head of the Frederick Henry Bay sailing along slowly. It turned out to be Zofia's friend, and ours now too, Chris on SV Bilbungra. He's local and well versed in the changing weather here. Following some texts Eva said Chris thought the wind wouldn't be a strong as forecast and we should go on to Hobart. With that the 3 boats set course down Frederick Henry Bay toward Storm Bay, the Iron Pot and Hobart. The wind was right on our bow and building as the 3 of us took on a different sailing mode. Bilbungra tacked across the wind and waves with all sails up, Zofia tried sailing and tacking but ended up motor sailing. Southern Belle, with George saying "stuff this", motored hard into the waves cutting a rhumb line straight down to the Iron Pot turn and the Derwent River. I was very happy as we turned in behind the lee and calm of Betsey Island after only an hour of wave bashing! Rounding the Iron Pot - which is a light house - we had 25 knots plus behind us so the headsail unfurled and pushed us along at over 7 knots toward Hobart. Finally.<br />
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Our berth in the Derwent Sailing Squadron was waiting for us and easy to get into on our own. We quickly secured the boat and walked over to the Royal Tasmanian Yacht Club where Zofia was headed for their berth to lend a hand. Good thing we did. There was another boat in their assigned berth. Following more than a few phone calls, moving a dingy that had been tied across another berth and lots of maneuvering Zofia down a long jetty and reversing along a walkway they were secure in their berth. Time to celebrate arrival.<br />
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And after a long journey the moon welcomed us to a beautiful Hobart.<br />
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<br />Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-10980927520881804272018-12-15T17:43:00.000+11:002018-12-15T17:43:42.557+11:00Oh Tasmania!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SV Southern Belle cutting through the waves on her way to Tasmania 2018.</td></tr>
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I'm still. The movement of the boat has ceased. There's no rocking, no rolling or pitching or jerking from side to side just blessed stillness. It's hard to believe we were on the boat for just 9 days and sailed over 500 nautical miles from Sydney Harbour to our present location, Triabunna, Tasmania. It's even harder to believe I'm doing this again. </div>
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I never planned to travel back to Tasmania in our little boat but here we are and, as happened last time, Tassie never disappoints! The scenery is dramatic, the people are warm and friendly and the wind, well, it just blows and blows .. but occasionally it stops and presents a perfect day.<br />
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Our crossing from Eden to Wineglass Bay was, in hindsight, not too bad. We motored a lot of the way in light winds but the sea was restless and rolly which made my stomach unhappy. The crossing lasted about 54 hours. A long time to feel like puking.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The towering peaks on the way into Wineglass Bay.</td></tr>
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Our arrival in Wineglass Bay - so called either because of the perfect shape and clarity of the water or because of the blood and guts spilled from the old whaling boats (yuck) - was a relief. It was calm and beautiful and so quiet. The rugged mountains that provide the weather protection corridor (in some winds) leading into the Bay are smooth and black and imposing. But then once into the Bay you easily see the perfectly white sands and famed beach curve.<br />
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We spent our first night in Tasmania there. First enjoying a celebratory wine or two, then a heavenly shower and quick dinner. Sleep came quickly.<br />
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The next day we headed for the little town of Triabunna on the eastern shore of Tasmania. The sun was out and the wind decided to blow at just the right speed for our big red code zero sail (a kind of spinnaker sail on a roller furler). I personally dislike that sail for a number of reasons I won't go into here but George loves it! So, with our friend Bruce on board - who is a racer and loves a spinnaker - the red sail went up and we had a terrific, and I must admit, near perfect, sail all day down to Triabunna.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George and Bruce elated over the perfectly set big red sail!</td></tr>
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Because the day was so perfect and the sailing so good the men wouldn't take down the sail until the last minute which meant we entered the channel leading into the little bay at Triabunna way too close to low tide. There were a few uncomfortable minutes where we ran aground just to back out and run aground again. Finally the boat broke free with 0.1m under the keel and we came into our pen only to run aground half way in! Our little 75 hp Yanmar engine with the steely determination of the captain managed to plough the boat through the mud to our final destination for the day. Whew!<br />
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The next morning we got up early and sadly walked Bruce up to the bus stop to catch the bus for Hobart and a plane for home in Canberra. It was so good to have him on board for our trip all the way from Sydney. He absolutely loves sailing - me, not so much a lot of the time - and was the perfect partner for George. Thank you Bruce for being there for us!<br />
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Triabunna is a nice little town with a new small marina. The harbour master is friendly, helpful and accommodating. But there aren't many berths available to visiting yachts. He told us there are plans for more berths to bring the marina up to a high standard but right now it is pretty full. But if you're sailing this way you should try and stop here. We like it a lot. There's a great old pub circa 1844 where you can meet the locals over a beer, a well stocked IGA and a new coffee shop/restaurant that makes excellent coffee. There's also the Fish and Chip van that we loved so much last time we were down but, unfortunately, we didn't think their food was as good this time. <br />
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This town is also the gateway to Maria Island a World Heritage locatioin with an historic convict station dating from 1825. There are spectacular bays, rugged cliffs and lots of wildlife with well marked walking paths. We decided to spend the day on Maria Island yesterday and boarded the ferry for the half hour crossing at 9am. <br />
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A quick word about the ferry. It's big. Very big for this little bay and it does a tight 180 degree turn right off the stern of our boat 5 times a day. Our experience of the ferry has gone from alarm to admiration at the driving ability of it's captain.<br />
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Anyway we arrived on Maria Island early and our first stop was the ranger station in the old Commissariat Store building. As usual the rangers were helpful in giving us tips on how to best enjoy the island and how we were in for a treat with all the wild life. Then the friendly ranger said to me (who has a healthy fear of snakes), "did you see the TIGER SNAKE on the way in?" "What!" "Yes, come on let me show you."<br />
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I walked right past it on the way in .. one of the top potentially fatal snakes of Australia. There were people already there taking photos of the poor thing and George encouraged me to get a photo as well. But I decided to stay a healthy distance away behind Mr. Ranger. No snake photos for me thank you very much.<br />
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We had a good day on the island and didn't see any more snakes but we did see Cape Barron Geese, kagaroos, lots of birds and lovely scenery. We also spent a fair amount of time walking through the convict buildings and reading the tales of the unfortunate men who spent time in this, what must have seemed God forsaken, place. If you get out this way we recommend a day on Maria Island it is a very special place for many reasons.<br />
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Today the wind is back with rain and we are enjoying some welcomed down time before continuing our journey to Hobart.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The path leading from the ferry on Maria Island past the Commissariat Building. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of the old convict buildings. You can stay overnight in this building on the island but you have to bring everything. There are no stores or refreshment facilities or even drinking water fountains on the island.</td></tr>
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-39690653194809883282015-10-06T21:21:00.001+11:002015-10-06T21:21:22.026+11:00A Walk in History - Orkney <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ferry from the mainland of UK/Scotland arriving at the very very small port of St Margaret's Hope on the main island of Orkney. I think anyone who considers the islands of Orkney - in the far far north of Scotland - probably thinks, like me, that these islands are so close to the top of the planet that they will be wild, stormy, grey and cold. However, our first 2 days there were just as lovely as, I hope, this photo looks! It was calm and sunny on arrival and for the day after. Everyone we met commented on the weather, "you must have brought it with you!", we were told. </td></tr>
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I've only really been aware of the name/place, Orkney, for the last couple of years. I was introduced to it by the 'rock star' BBC-TV archaeologist Neil Oliver. I love watching him, his programs and listening to him talk! Love his long hair too! The program he presented on the discovery of the 'Ness of Brodgar' really grabbed my imagination and I thought if I ever had the chance I'd love to see it for myself. So we went there!<br />
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To get to Orkney from Inverness we had to get out of bed at 5am and drive over 2 hours north to catch a fast car cat/ferry for a one hour sail across the Pentland Firth and into the Orkney Archipelago . There is a larger, but slower, ferry available but we wanted to make the trip over quickly. Our fast sail was sunny and calm and as soon as we drove off the ferry we hit the history trail.<br />
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Our first stop was the Tomb of the Eagles. I didn't know what to expect since I hadn't done any research on any of the sites but the tourist brochures said it was well worth a visit. To get there we drove down narrow 2 lane roads winding between well cultivated fields of hay in the process of being harvested as well as small herds of cattle. The hills are treeless ... nothing seems to grow much taller than a small bush. With every turn of the road you could see the ocean or a loch - with nothing blocking the view - and we could just imagine how vicious the winds would be blowing off the North Sea or North Atlantic.<br />
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The visitor entrance to the Tomb of the Eagles was a building in the back of a farm shed. We pulled into the car park and went inside for a surprising and enlightening 30 minute one on one education about the area and the 5,000 year old artefacts and bones they found on the site. Then after the talk we were taken into another room to be fitted with "Wellie Boots" and shown the path out across the muddy field to the archaeology site. Turns out, unlike Stonehenge, most of the sites here on Orkney are well preserved but you can get right up and personal with pretty much all of them. First we saw a site dating back 5,000 years which was very very muddy then we walked to the main Tomb site.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We walked along these rocky cliffs to reach the Tomb of the Eagles. Out there is the North Sea! What a lovely day we had - probably about 14C degrees - and no wind. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what I mean about "getting up close and personal" with the ancient site. After about a 15 minute walk we came to a fenced in large mound of earth with a stone base. On the ocean side there was a small and narrow hole at ground height with a board on wheels. The idea was to lay on top of the board and pull yourself into the dark tomb by the rope above your head. Here you see George's feet and butt as he's pulling himself along into the tomb.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the inside of the tomb ... you could stand up inside. Part of the preservation of the site is a concrete ceiling complete with small Perspex skylights so you can see. The alcoves in the wall originally contained 300 skulls of humans and bones from eagles, dogs and red deer all dated to over 3,000 years ago. Fascinating!!! </td></tr>
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The talk and tour of the Tomb and surrounds took almost 2 hours! It was becoming clear that our planned couple of days on Orkney may not be enough time to get around all the sites we would like. And it's pretty clear this blog could take forever as well ... so I'm going to resort to pictures to describe the rest of the trip. Here goes ......<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next stop was The Italian Chapel ... an amazing human achievement. During WW2 Italian prisoners of war were interned in a POW camp in Orkney and they didn't have a place of worship. Through negotiations they were eventually provided with 2 Nissen Huts to construct a place they could practice their Catholic religion. Nissen huts were prefab corrugated iron structures in a half-cylindrical shape - very ugly. There was an artist among the POWs and he, along with the rest of camp 60 set to work turning the 2 joined huts into a beautiful chapel. The results are spectacular.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what the inside of the chapel looks like. All the walls are painted from the front door to the altar at the rear of the church. It is beautiful and perfectly preserved! When the POWs were repatriated to their homes in Italy the people of Orkney made a commitment to preserve and protect the chapel. The artist returned another 2 times to touch up the walls and visit the people he had become so close to during their time in Orkney. Today the beautiful chapel is still in use as a place of worship. I found it very inspiring. I suggest you google it to see much better photos of the building.</td></tr>
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After we finished at The Italian Chapel we drove on in to the main town of Kirkwell and found our B&B, checked in, had a glass of wine and then walked all over the town that night looking for a pub and then a place to eat. We were there in Orkney as everything was closed or closing for the season. The main site I wanted to see - The Ness of Brodgar - had already closed. Nothing much was open but we still managed to find a place on the water front to drink and eat. It was cold and I can't imagine how hard it must be to live there during the winter. <br />
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And a note for our sailing friends .... you don't just snuggle your boat into a marina for the season here. We passed a place where the yachts were winterized. They pull yachts out to a place on land. Remove all the canvas covers and the masts and then they strap them down. Imagine having your boat up on a cradle with as many as 10 ropes lashing it to the ground! I KNOW Orkney will never be on my sailing bucket list!!! Pittwater is still the love of my life when it comes to sailing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next morning we got up early, had a lovely breakfast at the B&B and started out to see all the "stones". The first place we went was The Standing Stones of Stenness. These stones are ancient and believed to be the earliest stone circle in Britain ... dating from 3100BC. They are very tall and you can see them from a good distance as you approach the site by car. I loved being there and thinking about the ancient people that went to so much effort to construct something of this scale. As you can see from my hat and gloves and scarf the day was colder than our arrival day. Still blue sky but the wind was getting up and the wind chill alone made it quite cold. Again, with all the places we visited I suggest you google to find out more. We spent a good deal of time walking around and reading all the plaques on the site .. there's so much fascinating archaeology here I can't begin to describe the sights and atmosphere in this little blog. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just off to the side of The Stones of Stenness they've recently discovered a village dating from Neolithic time. They're calling this The Barnhouse Neolithic Settlement and even though you had to use a good sized chunk of imagination to picture the dwellings/buildings it was fascinating to think people lived and worked here 5000 years ago!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Next was The Ring of Brodgar. This ring is huge! The stones are much smaller than The Stenness stones but the ring itself is very big ... so much so the interior has never been excavated. Again we spent a lot of time walking the complete circumference of the ring and thinking about the who and why of the circle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our final stop was the site called Skara Brae. This was the final ancient site we would visit - time was getting away from us - we didn't arrive at Skara Brae until the early afternoon. BUT it turned out to be the most amazing. This village was unknown until two storms - one in 1850 and the other in 1925 - unearthed a village from the grass covered sand dunes that was almost perfectly preserved. The site is 5000 years old and because it was so perfectly preserved you can see exactly how people lived and organised their living space. Like the Tomb of the Eagles we had a chance to get a good education about the site before walking around it which added to the WOW factor. </td></tr>
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By the time we'd finished at Skara Brae we were both cold, hungry and exhausted. We returned to the B&B and went out for dinner early that night. Oh ... and one thing about the way people in Orkney speak .... they have a very unusual accent. It doesn't sound like Scottish exactly .. more like a mixture of Scottish and Scandinavian. And, it is very hard to understand! George managed to get it .. I was hopeless. Also when you talk to people there they seem to still think of themselves - just a bit - as being part of Norway. These islands are certainly a long way north!!<br />
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Our final morning in Orkney we woke to strong winds and grey skies and cold temps. The wind had been howling outside our window all night and I wasn't thinking good thoughts about our one hour ferry ride back to the mainland later. We had one more site to see and then we had to make an 11:50 ferry.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just down from our B&B stood the stunningly beautiful red sandstone Cathedral of St Magnus built in 1137 by the Viking, Earl Rognvald. Beautiful to walk around and learn about the many years of intrigue involved in this building. Because it is built of sandstone it is very worn from the elements but still retains it's red natural beauty. </td></tr>
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We made the ferry and the sail back to the mainland wasn't too bad .. a bit bumpy but not enough to make me want to lose my breakfast!<br />
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We drove back to Inverness via John O'Groats .. the end of the road north in the UK. We'd been to the end of the road in Tasmania so I guess as far as the United Kingdom goes we were at the other end! And here we are ... freezing but happy!!!<br />
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-52643345105824250562015-10-03T23:17:00.001+10:002015-10-03T23:17:52.425+10:00Catching up with myself - Walks, History, Family and the Isle of Skye<br />
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A whole week has passed since my last blog. Time is speeding away and there isn't enough of it in the day to sit down and write about all the things we've done and seen and enjoyed. I posted my last blog on Sunday, September 27 and that was after a full weekend of family and exploration on Skye. I had hoped to sit down and at least write a post the very next day describing all we'd been doing but, like every day, it got away from me. Now, today, it's Saturday morning in October!, and we're back at Sheena's house in Inverness. The house is quiet. Sheena is off to Glasgow with a friend, her son Sasha is at work and George is sleeping and I have some time to myself to catch up on the last week.<br />
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On Friday, Sept 25 we got up early at our beautiful harbour side bed & breakfast in Oban and headed for the ferry crossing to Skye from the little town of Mallaig on the west coast. Thankfully the rain had stopped and the day turned out to be dry making for a wonderfully scenic drive as expected.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view of Mallaig as we pulled away for the crossing to Skye. The clouds were trying to part for a little sunshine as we started our half hour crossing. It turns out the skies did clear for a bright weekend & our visit.</td></tr>
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We arrived at Ann and Donnie's house around 4:30 to a wonderful welcome. They are good friends and Ann is George's cousin. While I caught up over a few glasses of wine with Ann, George went to see his Aunt Effie. Ann cooked us a wonderful meal that night and we had an all round enjoyable introduction back to Skye. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The whiskey did come out - a bit - later that first evening at Ann & Donnie's house. Luckily both George and Donnie showed immense restraint and no too much damage was done. Great night with good friends.</td></tr>
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The next day George visited his aunt early and I spent some time with Donnie - who knows Skye like the back of his hand - finding new places to visit and things to see and do. He suggested we seek out the Isle of St Columba and then do a walk to the Fairy Pools. And with George back about 11 off we went!<br />
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First St Columba's Isle. I admit I didn't know much about St Columba other than the fact he founded the religious sect at Iona in the fifth century (around 560AD) and he's a saint in the Catholic church. After a bit of research I found out he brought Christianity to the Pics in Scotland and pretty much established the religion in Scotland. Additionally, the Isle of Columba grew as the seat of the Bishops of the Isles from the 10th to the 16th century and is the sacred burial place of 28 clan chiefs from the MacNicols/Nicolsons! I thought the place would be well marked and set up as, at least, a semi protected well marked tourist spot. It wasn't. Donnie had given us good instructions and George's aunt practically pointed to it from her house but we still had to search a bit to find the overgrown little island in the middle of the river Snizort.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After crossing a little grown over bridge over the river this is what we found ... a quiet, and a bit eerie, mound and grassy area with some gravestones. Sad really. At one time there had been a cathedral and abbey on the site and even further way back it was the site of a pagan Pictish centre. Such history now disappearing into the earth.</td></tr>
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From there we travelled further to the west of the island to look for the Fairy Ponds at the foot of the Cuillin mountains. I asked Donnie how we would know we were there and he replied, "you'll know by all the cars parked". We drove down more impossibly beautiful and narrow roads and entered an area on the side of a glen with a small parking lot off the road. The lot was full of cars with more parked all along the narrow road. As we pulled in I noticed there were people preparing themselves for what looked like a days mountaineering! They were decked out in the latest Gortex coats and trousers, walking boots, woolly hats and gloves. Me and George - we had on our normal jeans & sweaters, regular shoes ... I had an overcoat .. and that was as prepared as we were. I thought we were just going for a short walk to some pools but, NO!, it looked like a fair hike just to get to the first waterfalls. Oh well, we didn't come all this way to give up now.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from about mid way to the pools. Follow the path ... way in the distance is the road and the car. It was cold and the wind was fresh but the walk was exhilarating! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We walked and walked towards these mountains - beautiful! I could just imagine that we were headed into the Misty Mountains of Hobbit lore as we walked. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pools are a series of waterfalls with large and sometimes deep pools at the bottom of each. Supposedly on a sunny day when the falls are not as heavy you can see multiple colours at the bottom of the pools reflecting the minerals in the rock and the lichen and moss growing on the sides. It was a knockout place and a great walk. We had to turn back way too soon because the cold and our overall unpreparedness was making the experience less and less enjoyable. The whole walk around the foot of the mountains and past the pools can take most of the day. It would be good to someday go back and do it right. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tired but elated we returned to Ann & Donnie's house for a Bar-B-Q on Saturday night. I didn't expect to have a cook out on Skye with the wind blowing and only 12C degrees outside but there we were ... having a good ole time just like back home in Australia!! Catherine, our good friend who sailed to the Louisiades with us, came over and we had a wonderful catch up and cracking meal.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next day we toured a bit further afield and ended our day with a trip around the Talisker distillery. Delicious ... much better than the Jamisons Irish whiskey ... but we knew that all along.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunday night - our final night with Ann, Donnie, their daughter Caitlyn and Catherine. Donny's brother caught a wild salmon and we had another terrific meal. I had never had wild caught salmon before - only farmed - and the flavour and texture were terrific. So sad to say goodbye.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We left A & D's on Monday morning after a quick final visit to George's aunt. George decided we would take a small ferry crossing to the mainland instead of the bridge at Kyle of Lochalsh . The "scenic" route he said. Turned out it was a drive on a one lane track clinging to the side of a mountain!! Scary! Then, when we arrived at the bottom of the mountain, it turned out the ferry was stuck on the opposite side and we had to go all the way back up the scary road and to the perfectly wonderful bridge!</td></tr>
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And that was our trip to Skye! We came back to Inverness, Sheena's house, did some washing and took off again on Wednesday for the wilds of Orkney.<br />
<br />Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-72079823276758655712015-09-27T03:44:00.004+10:002015-09-27T03:44:45.488+10:00Beautiful Bonnie Scotland<br />
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In my last post I described Ireland as barren and hard. Scotland on the other hand, in my opinion, is exactly the opposite (but then I've always been smitten with the place since first seeing it in 1972).<br />
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As we were driving from Inverness to Oban and the Isle of Luing - while consistently shouting WOW at every bend in the road - I was trying to think of the best words to describe this stunning land. Beautiful! Certainly. Lush! Absolutely. Awe-inspiring! Yes, at each turn in the road. Scotland is without question a very special place. <br />
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Oh, and one other word I'd use to describe Scotland, WET! It rains a lot. I guess that explains why it's so green and lush everywhere. Everyday there's some rain .. drizzle blows across everything even if the sun is shining! But no amount of rain can dampen my love of this magnificent and ancient land.<br />
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Our first week here has been filled with enjoying family and excursions in our rental car. First, let me say something about our car. When we were all in Ireland at Angela's birthday Sheena, George's sister who lives in Inverness, said she'd arrange for our car and pick us up at the airport when we got to Inverness. She asked us what type of car we wanted. I said, "just make it an automatic please!". We had a manual in Ireland and I didn't like driving it much around the narrow stop and start roads. George said, without hesitation, "I want a Jag". It was a joke soon forgotten. But, when Sheena picked us up at the airport on Sunday there it was, a bright red Jaguar car! So we have the joy of touring around Scotland in our own Jag! Smart.<br />
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Our travels in pictures.........<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the road to Cromarty we saw a sign to a 'Clootie Well' with a path leading deep into the woods. We pulled over and walked for a bit into the woods and didn't find the well ... plus we had no idea what we were looking for. We never did find the well which is a shame because it would have been cool to see one. 'Clootie' is a Scottish word for a rag or strip of cloth and a clootie well is a place of magic and healing from the old days. The belief was that if you dipped a piece of cloth ripped from the area of your body that was unwell and hung it in the trees above the well then you would be healed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Rosemarkie wild dolphins, seals and very occasionally otters come in close to shore for people to see and sometimes interact with. We diverted our drive to see them. When we arrived there were lots of people with telescope lenses on cameras. We waited for over half an hour but they decided not come that day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Cromarty Bay we saw lots of oil platforms that were either waiting to be taken out into the North Sea or were there to be repaired or dismantled. Lovely little bay but the oil platforms were huge and really took away from the beauty of the place.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We walked around Inverness and toured the locks of the Caledonian Canal .. from Inverness you can travel all the way to Loch Ness and through other Lochs to the ocean.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just one spectacular view on the way to Oban and then the Isle of Luing to visit Robert's parents. Every turn in the road offers something like this ... WOW just WOW!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Bridge Over the Atlantic Ocean! This is the Clachan Bridge built in 1791 and links the Scottish mainland to the Isle of Seil. Because the Clachan Sound links both to the Atlantic Ocean it became known as the Bridge Over the Atlantic. We crossed it on the way to the ferry to Luing. It is single lane and very very steep at the top! The scenery around it is breathtaking.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This old inn just over the bridge on the island side was used by the islanders after the Jacobite Rebellion to change into pants when travelling to the mainland when the kilt was outlawed. When they returned to the island they put back on their kilts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After visiting on Luing we returned to Oban and had some trouble at first finding a bed & breakfast for the night. But we happened on this one right on the harbour and they had just had a cancellation for their #1 room right on the harbour! So, along with the Jag, we enjoyed living like royalty for another night! </td></tr>
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And then we left for the Isle of Skye and more scenic splendour!! Plus more family and friends. More tomorrow ... I hope (we're so busy it's hard to find the time to blog!!! We're having the best time ... wish you all could be here! (Now I'm going to post this without proofreading so please excuse the mistakes)<br />
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-73369906362429842932015-09-20T03:04:00.000+10:002015-09-20T03:04:06.480+10:00Ireland week 2 AND a terrific birthday celebration for ME<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Standing outside one of the ancient churches on Inis Mo'r (Inishmore) the largest island of the Aran Islands. The island is a one hour ferry ride from Rossaveel - just down the road from Angela's house. The church is on a site called the Seven Churches (but there are only 2 there actually) and the site dates back to the 8th century.</td></tr>
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To my eye and experience so far Ireland is at once intriguing, charming, ironic, barren and hard.<br />
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Just driving around Angela's home, on almost impossibly narrow roads, the car travels through mile after mile of sterile peat bogs dotted with huge boulders and the occasional sheep or donkey or lonely looking cattle. Then, after rounding a tight corner, the vista opens up to a lough (lake) fed by rapid running rivulets on the side with swans and their cygnets floating effortlessly on the surface. Then another corner and another peat bog ... this time with purple patches of heather and yellow gorse bushes lying close to the ground. <br />
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Amid all this there are little hamlets with the obligatory monuments to the Virgin Mary on the roadside not far from the Catholic Church and just down the road is, of course, the pub. And in each place - Pub that is, we don't/haven't visited the people in the churches yet - ... in each place the people we've met are so friendly and funny and smiling. What a Place!!!<br />
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This past week has been full of activities with George's sisters and brothers. It's been so good to be here with all of them and to see George so happy.<br />
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Last Saturday was Angela's birthday and the day started with present opening. Then the boys all went out fishing in Robert's boat and caught a mess of mackerel which were cleaned and readied for the smoker later on. Then we all went for a drive to one of the nearest towns - Oughterard - for a pint or two in the pub and some grocery shopping. That night we had a HUGE meal of crab from one of the local fishermen, and fresh smoked mackerel. Robert had built a fire pit/smoker on the back veranda which did the smoking perfectly. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert and John getting the coals ready in the fire pit.</td></tr>
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The next day was overcast with a drizzling rain coming every half hour or so. We decided to go in to Galway to have a look around and grab some lunch so Angela and George's brother Allan came with us. The rain pretty much kept up all day so we didn't walk around too much and started back home well before we had seen much of the town. Dinner that night was another noisy and enjoyable family affair!<br />
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On Monday me, George and Allan took the ferry over to Inishmore - the largest island of the Aran Islands. The islanders are ready for the visitors as soon as the ferry lands! There are vans there to take your around or you can ride in a horse drawn carriage or you can rent a bicycle and cycle the island yourself. We took a van with a driver giving us some tourist information. Talk about barren! These islands are nothing but rock. We couldn't help but wonder what made people stay here over the century's. There isn't much peat .. if any at all .. no trees, nothing to use to heat your home and even less top soil to try and grow food. But people have managed to eke out a living for many many centuries.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Inishmore there is a circular hill fort on the western side ... clinging to the top of impossibly high cliffs. We walked up to the fort from the road - about a 10 minute walk - and we surprised to see some cattle trying to graze right up to the edge of the cliff. The fort was probably built in the Bronze Age (1100 BC) and is similar to round forts around Ireland and Scotland. It is described as one of the finest pre-historic forts in Western Europe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from the other side of the fort .. you can see how formidable the cliffs are!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George and Allan in front of the souvenir shop near the fort. Aran knits are the bit attraction here! </td></tr>
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The next day the boys went sailing on Robert's boat. They left reasonably early and sailed for about 4 hours around to another little hamlet towards the west. Angela and I drove around in the car and me them at a pub for lunch and then they had a great sail back around. Good thing too. George was getting itchy to get out on the sea .. it was just what he needed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys off for the 4 hour sail back around to Robert's mooring after lunch. Notice the rocks! The tide drop is 5 metres here and many of the sea walls have boats - and yachts - just sitting on the bottom at low tide. You have to make sure you can balance against the wall if leaving the boat! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Thursday we drove to Cong. Nice little historic city but their main claim to fame - and you see it all over - is the making of the John Wayne classic film "The Quiet Man". They even have a very prominent statue of Wayne and Maureen O'Harra in town and all the souvenir shops sell "The Quiet Man" stuff. Maybe they should move on .. the film was made in the 1950's! </td></tr>
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<u>MY BIRTHDAY</u><br />
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I turned 65 on Friday. My goodness I never thought I'd get to be this old ... and still feel this good!!!<br />
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We had a wonderful day. Presents in the morning - lovely ear rings from George and Angela, cards and phone calls and lots of Facebook well wishes. Then we went out to lunch in the little town of Bearna at O'Gradys on the Pier.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">O'Gradys on the Pier. Fantastic seafood lunch. I had crab claws and fish with salad. Perfect.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The diners - Robert and Angela and Me and George.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favourite photo from the trip so far! Angela, George and me ... after a big lunch and lovely wine. Excellent birthday! </td></tr>
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Today is Saturday our last day in Ireland and with Angela and Robert. We decided to drive further into the Connemara area for one last look. It was more of the same but a pretty and enjoyable drive. We had lunch in Roundstone - a good sized tourist town.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mountains of Connemara in the distance.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking out the window of the pub for lunch in Roundstone.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roundstone harbour - George just had to take the photo!</td></tr>
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And then, on the way back to Angela's we saw this monument. It had an historical marker calling it the Connemara Giant. We pulled in to see it. It turned out it was a monument to the Irish sense of humour!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were two plaques. Both gave the date erected and said they were, "Erected for no particular reason".<br />
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We're off to Scotland tomorrow.<br />
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-84023972917980049902015-09-17T19:14:00.001+10:002015-09-17T19:14:47.232+10:00Ireland week one (well it was when I started .. but this took a while to post)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is a light breeze blowing outside and the sun is shining beautifully ... Not the Ireland weather we expected. We're at my sister and brother in-law's house way outside of the town/city of Galway. We had seen pictures of their fabulous garden and now, seeing it for ourselves, we can say without reservation it is truly resplendent with lovely waving trees, flowering bushes and a pond full of water lilies. With the sun shining it's so lovely. Unfortunately when we first arrived we experienced more traditional Irish weather with wind and driving/pouring rain.<br />
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The first week in Ireland has been full of discovery and lots of fun. Plus, I love the Irish people! The people here are so friendly and happy. Just going into a shop is like meeting a long lost friend .. they have a sense of humour embedded into just about everything they do as well as a self deprecating irony when you hold a conversation. I guess all that is a result of the struggle of just living in a cold hard place.<br />
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The week in pictures (way too much to talk about now!) ....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the morning of our first day in Dublin we walked to Trinity College to do a walking tour around the historic grounds and see the Book of Kells. On the way we could hear the sound of pipe bands echoing around the streets. We found a big pipe band playing in the college ground complete with Irish Wolfhounds.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The streets all through Dublin have hanging flower displays and there are lots of people walking around everywhere .. and, of course, there's a pub or cathedral on every corner. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went through the Guinness Brewery ... Which is almost like a Disney Experience! .. It's complete with floor after floor of "experiences" .. leading up to the tasting experience. Look at this website to get an idea of how they've turned the drinking of Guinness into an art form <a href="https://www.guinness-storehouse.com/en/first-floor" target="_blank">Guinness Storehouse </a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course we had to follow up beer with whiskey and a tasting at the Jameson's Distillery. George was appalled that they kept insulting Scottish Whiskey so we didn't enjoy their product as much as the Guinness.</td></tr>
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After 3 days walking around Dublin we rented a car and headed for Waterford to visit with George's brother John. We took the coast road through little hamlets and along winding narrow roads stopping every now and then for coffee in a little village or an ice cream. Great drive and interesting scenery. Before we arrived in Waterford - which is only a 2/3 hour drive max from Dublin if you take the direct motorway route - late in the afternoon, we travelled through an area who's claim to fame is it the ancestral place of the USA Kennedys. Many Irish immigrants departed from these surrounding shores to America to escape the famine and John Kennedy's family was one of them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To commemorate the departure of Kennedy's family as well as all the faceless emigrants who left Ireland for hope and a better life long ago (very timely in the world today) they brought a flame from the JFK memorial in the US to this little spot in Ireland and erected a monument around it called The Emigrant Flame.</td></tr>
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We spent a couple of days with John in Waterford catching up, laughing and telling stories. One day George and I drove up to the town of Kilkenny where we did another walking tour of that fascinating historic town. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The largest cathedral in Kilkenny was spectacular - as usual. There are sooooo many Catholic churches here .. big ones, small ones, very very old ones ... they are everywhere! So much age old opulence amid the Irish people's history of hardship and struggle.</td></tr>
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We had to keep moving to reach Galway by Friday, Sept 11. Leaving Waterford we kept to the coast headed for the wild west coast. At the seaside town of Cobh (pronounced Cove) we saw the local museum created in memory of those who lost their lives on the ships that departed Cobh for America or Australia .. emigrant ships and convict ships. The last land departure point for the Titanic was Cobh and the bodies and few survivors of the Lusitania were brought here. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We stopped along the way to visit the Drombeg stone circle and hut site circa 1000-800 BC. Fascinating .. I HAD to hug a stone! Feel the vibes! </td></tr>
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Our next night we spent in Bantry on the west coast - nice little town and a welcoming B & B. Then on up through the mountain passes on the Iveragh Peninsula to a very small town north of Tralee called Ballybunion for our final night before reaching Angela's house. Our first days in Ireland were blessed with clear skies and no rain - very lucky. But the Friday morning we woke up in Ballybunion the rain started and it came down in sheets! And it rained and rained and rained on us all the way to Galway.<br />
Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-44633537018585453622015-03-06T12:27:00.001+11:002015-03-06T12:27:05.138+11:00Magnificent Port Davey, Tasmania <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our boats at anchor in Clayton's Corner.</td></tr>
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We're back from the Port Davey World Heritage Marine Park. It's taken us a couple of days to make the journey around the formidable South West and South East Capes, from there up the D'Entrecasteaux Channel, Derwent River and back to our little marina berth. But it will take the remainder of my life for the magnificence, sheer beauty, and reverence of the experience to leave my mind. There were so many times that we said to ourselves and out loud, "words cannot describe this .. and photos won't begin to do this justice". But let me try ...<br />
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The trip from Recherche Bay to our first anchorage inside Port Davey's Bathurst Harbour took 10 hours in our boats ... we sailed in company with friends Peter and Debbie on board their yacht 'My Way 2' for the (almost) 2 week adventure. It was very special having friends along to share the experience ... and some of the difficulties as well. We were more than delighted they joined us, the place is so vast and the remoteness so confronting at times, it's best shared. <br />
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As we rounded South East Cape first, the scenery opened up into a mystical fairy tale landscape of distant mountains. Probably the most apt description is it looked like Tolkien's Middle Earth. We could imagine lands of Elfs and Orcs and Hobbits locked in mystery behind the distant peaks.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sailing up the remote South West coast of Tasmania.</td></tr>
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The weather wizards were kind to us on the trip around. We had little to no wind and, instead of the feared wild westerlies and big seas, we had a pleasant sunshine blessed cruise.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Approaching the turn into Port Davey .. you have to navigate around 'The Pyramids' .. large mountainous rocks marking the beginning of the end of the journey. </td></tr>
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Turning to start the run into the large Port Davey area and then the enclosed Bathurst Harbour is deceiving. The marine chart and the boat's GPS plotter clearly indicate an opening behind the island called 'Breaksea' (named because that's just what it does - it stops some of the potential wild seas from entering the natural harbour). BUT as you sail towards the turn it's hard to believe the opening is there ... all you can see, or believe, is that you're driving the boat directly at a cliff wall. Then, just as you think, "hold on, maybe we're in the wrong place", the passage opens up and reveals a wide open sheltered bay at the foot of a mountain called Mt Misery.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turning into the south passage towards Bramble Cove at the foot of Mt. Misery.<br />
That's Mt Misery straight ahead.</td></tr>
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No roads lead to this rugged area. Access is only by boat, small aircraft or on foot. Once you've made it there through one of these methods there are many walks up hills/mountains and at the summit of each there are views to die for. Our guide books gave us an indication of where to find the paths ... none were particularly easy to locate but easy to follow once found. The paths are narrow tracks - some just described as wombat paths - through the button grass. Often there was just enough room to put one foot in front of the other hoping to find good footing as we pushed upwards through dense scrub and then break through into the tall button grass again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Approaching the first summit on Mt Milner .. looking back over Bramble Cove - our first anchorage.<br />
At this point in the climb there were still 2 more summits to walk/climb before the top.<br />
Our two boats are in the top right hand corner of the photo ... you can barely see them in the distance.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the top! With a great photo bomb by Debbie!!<br />
Climbers are rewarded with a 360 degree view stretching for miles up & down the coast and across the mountains inland.<br />
In front of us is a little cairn we found at the summit. It's tradition for visitors to add their own rock to the cairn to mark the achievement. </td></tr>
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Before we left for Port Davey some people told us that the place wasn't as "perfect" as it used to be .. that it was a popular cruising ground with quite a few boats. Especially this time of year. Certainly our first week there we didn't find it that way. There were a few other yachts but not enough to take away our "alone" feeling. In fact the ruggedness of the area and the sheer size of each natural panorama left me - and each of us - feeling a sense of humbled solitude. I'm not an expert, but even a general awareness of our world tells me that places like this where the environment retains its untouched majesty and we humans are an insignificant minority are - sadly - getting fewer and fewer. We started to see more people and boats as we moved to the popular area of Claytons Corner which is, I suppose, most travellers destination for the area but we never felt that the place was at all crowded. Having said that there is a need, I believe, to remain vigilant to keep the area as pristine and untouched as it is now forever if at all possible.<br />
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Anyway, back to the scenery! Regardless of where we travelled and anchored as we moved down Bathurst Channel there were views of mountains and sea that just made you shout, "Wow!". <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from Balmoral Hill and our anchorage at the mouth of Horseshoe Inlet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Horseshoe inlet in dawn's light. We took a quiet dingy ride down into the inlet to see the black swans on the water in the early light ... there were hundreds of them quietly sitting on the water. Once they were aware we were there they kicked up a loud racket and then flocks took to the sky. The sound of their wings in the quiet of the morning was amazing!</td></tr>
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This area was settled and opened up to fishermen, naturalist and walkers primarily by one family - the King family. I won't go into it here but you can read about Deny King, the fascinating patriarch of the king family, in the book "King of the Wilderness: The life of Deny King" by Christobel Mattingley. They settled in a place down one of the Bathurst harbour rivers they called Melaleluca. The river is too shallow for deep draft boats like ours so visiting yachts stay at the area settled by Deny's sister and her husband called Clayton's Corner. We anchored there for a few days visiting the Clayton's home, climbing the hills and taking the long dingy trip down the river to Melaleluca.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The anchorage at Clayton's corner. The river leading to Melaleluca is at the top left.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At "home" in the Clayton's little house.<br />
The site is managed by the Tasmanian Maritime Museum and Parks & Wildlife. There is a small dock in front of the home's path where shallow draft boats can moor up and there is a hose for taking on fresh water. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Visiting the King site .. beside the airstrip that Deny King built bare handed still in use today.<br />
We visited a couple of hides to hopefully see the very rare orange breasted parrot .. and we did manage to see one!<br />
There are small plane tours that arrive here several times a day - weather permitting - and it's a good opportunity to experience the area without committing to the boat journey.</td></tr>
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Not ones to leave any experience undone ... over the next few days we explored the upper areas of some of the rivers. These expeditions made me a bit apprehensive because we were absolutely "alone" while there just in our dingys with no phone or radio coverage and away from our big boats.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As far as we could go up "Old River". We travelled up the river looking for an old stand of Huon Pines .. which we never found in spite of the more intrepid members of our group (read everyone but me) taking off into the bushland without a path looking for them. I stayed in the dingy which I thought was relatively safe from any snakes but as soon as we moved off down the creek a snake swam across our path! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One day we travelled out of Bathurst Harbour and up into the northern most reaches of Port Davey to explore the Davey River all the way up to the Davey Gorges. The trip took most of the day. We had to take both dingys the 5 miles up the river to reach the gorge and along the way we took several wrong turns and ended up bogged in the shallow water. But just when we thought we were never going to get there we entered the first gorge. Spectacular!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To reach the second gorge we had to leave our dingy behind because it's too deep, walk over rapids and drag Deb & Peter's dingy and then paddle through the water into the second gorge. Our "selfie" of the journey .. not too sure what's up with George in this one?</td></tr>
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Following our Davey Gorge adventure on Friday we moved back into the protection of Bathurst Harbour and the usual departure bay of Schooner Cove ... hoping to leave Sunday. The weather was due to turn nasty the next day so we anchored, had dinner and went to bed. There were 3 other yachts in the cove as well. That night the winds and rain came with immense ferocity. The wind blew with a strength that felt like the boat would be pushed off the anchor and blown away. I know I've never felt wind that strong before. The next day we heard on the HF radio that the wind strength was over 61 knots - Force 12 - or, in normal speak, hurricane strength. Shit. And the forecast was not looking good for the next 5 days. At this point I wanted to be in a marina soooo bad.<br />
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Sunday, the weather continued to present wind and rain squalls and the weather forecasts over the radio for Monday sounded bad. In a measure of camaraderie that you get from other boats in this situation there was a lot of introductions and discussion over the radios with people in the cove .. everyone calling on friends on the mainland via sat phones to gain the best possible weather information to help us all decide on the best time to make a run for it along the wild west coast. The decision came. We were leaving early on Monday morning. When we woke to a gale forecast for the Southwest coast and I was not happy but we had decided and along with Peter and Debbie and another boat we departed for Recherche Bay. At first the waves were large and rolly because the wind had been up for a few days but unexpectedly it settled down and the weather gods smiled large on us ... we ended up motoring all the way around again in settled conditions! Thank goodness.<br />
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On a final note .. I'm so happy we made the effort to get around to this spectacular part of Tasmania. It is something George and I will never forget and I expect Debbie and Peter feel much the same. But it is an area that, while so apparently wild and powerful, is in constant danger. Visitors bring in disease to the plants in the area through root rot carried on the soles of shoes. Boats bring in parasites through bilge water or grey water contamination. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A dead area up the remote Davey river from root rot. So sad to see.</td></tr>
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The four of us were committed to taking out everything we brought in - even food scraps that may be tossed overboard for fish elsewhere were all bagged and brought back. We washed our shoes after every walk and stayed vigilant on waste water .. and the people we met seemed to be doing the same. But is it enough? At a time when our economy - the world's economy - is so much at the forefront of everything .. our natural wonders get politicised and monetised. Having seen and experienced such a special protected corner of the world I sincerely hope all of us - sailors and non-sailors alike - speak up for conservation.<br />
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<br />Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-35276334349296458792015-02-18T21:56:00.002+11:002015-02-18T21:56:38.375+11:00End of the Road - BUT not for us!!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The signpost at the End of the Road. Bet you didn't know it was signposted!<br />
We are here at the bottom of Tasmania .. at the marker of the end of roads in Australia. <br />
After this only water, Macquarie Island (if you find it/hit it) and Antarctica... it is remote and stunningly beautiful here.</td></tr>
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We are in Recherche Bay at the bottom of Tasmania. The vistas - everywhere you turn to look - are breathtaking. Our anchorage is a protected bay within the larger bay called Coalbins and from the boat you can see the opposite shore or the expanse of water stretching out to the North. <br />
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Right now the westerly winds are blowing. At times they're much lighter than you would expect coming off the southern ocean and then in the next minute the wind gathers strength to whip up the water surface and leave the boat pulling left and then right against her mooring line. We are waiting for those unpredictable and often fierce westerlies to settle down and for a change to more favourable wind speeds and direction. Our plan is to move out into the Southern Ocean early in the morning and around the coast to a place called Port Davey/Bathurst Harbour. Every time I think about it I get that tense, almost sick, feeling in the bottom of my stomach. That feeling comes to me when I know we're sailing to a new place. You would think after making it all the way down here I wouldn't get that "stage fright" feeling .. but I do, in spades.<br />
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Once we move around to explore Bathurst Harbour we will be out of contact with the world through phone or the internet. The only contact will be via either limited VHF radio coverage or HF radio coverage. The area is a true National Park treasure and, supposedly, one of the most beautiful places on our planet. If you would like to find out more about the area, or see a YouTube video on the national park <a href="http://www.parks.tas.gov.au/?base=3126" target="_blank">click here to go to a link</a> .<br />
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As I say each time I sit down to blog ... "the past few days/weeks have been soooo busy" .. and since I blogged last it's been no exception. We've been to some amazing places and seen some grand sights and now, to get in as much as I'd like to and not be too boring, I'm just going to post pictures below ....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the outside of a large "shed" in the bush which is the home of THE WALL.<br />
The Wall, when finished, will be a collection of 100 sculpted panels of Huon pine with scenes representing the pioneer spirit of Tasmanians, the clash of cultures with Aboriginal people and the plants and animals that define the bush.<br />
The art is simply amazing, in fact words don't/can't do it justice. The artist is Greg Duncan and he's been working on this for over 10 years now. What he can create out of wood is almost too real to be believed. You can't take photos inside the building but to get a taste of what it looks like and more information <a href="http://www.thewalltasmania.com/index.html" target="_blank">click here to go to the website</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the way to The Wall we stopped to have a look at one of the hydro electric plants on the way. These plants are built differently to hydro plants I had seen previously. Instead of a major dam driving the turbines this plant - and many more like it - have water coming from canals, rivers, etc in the bush. The water cascades down steep slopes .. as you can see from the photo .. and hit the turbines at great speed. Fantastic sight!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The day before we left Hobart we had to completely restock the boat. What you can see here is probably 2/3rds alcohol - one can't run out of wine or beer now can one - but there are more food bags behind. I promise. Thank goodness we still have our car or we would have needed 10 trips back and forth to the stores!! All stocked we took off yesterday morning for the southern ocean.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leaving the Derwent River - Hobart - in the early morning we passed a cruise ship on the way in to Hobart city.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cliffs on the Storm Bay side of Bruny Island. They are huge. You can just see a tour boat at the bottom to get an idea of how massive and high the cliffs are. We were lucky .. the wind was very calm and we could get in relatively close to see the sights!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More fabulous and ancient rock formations on the way down to Rescherche Bay. This island was so worn the fast tour boats could just go in behind it and peak out through the tunnels. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The far beach in Rescherche Bay,</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mountains of the rugged South West coast. That's where we headed .. to the bay nearest to these mountains.<br />
It looks like Middle Earth doesn't it?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here in Rescherche Bay they used to practice whaling. There used to be a population of over 100,000 southern right whales here at one time. Whaling brought that population down to almost extinction. Now there are only a couple of 1,000 still coming here in their migration. This sculpture is life size of a young whale calf. So sad we drove these wonderful creatures to the edge of extinction. </td></tr>
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So tomorrow we're off into the southern ocean and around to Port Davey. I won't be able to blog for a week .. maybe more ... but when we're back there will be lots and lots to share!<br />
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<br />Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-15416779138735447582015-02-11T15:10:00.000+11:002015-02-11T15:10:10.304+11:00WOODEN BOAT FESTIVAL<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The spectacle of the Hobart Wooden Boat Festival. Certainly the best boat show we've EVER been to! </td></tr>
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Every day since my last post has been busy ... up early with somewhere to go, someone to meet and someplace to see. <br />
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As usual it's been great fun & rewarding on many levels. But the bummer of all bummers has been our persistent head and chest cold which has slowed us both down a bit. We've still kept going, probably the reason why we can't seem to shake the damn things. <br />
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Lately at the end of particularly long day I say to George, "that's it, I'm taking tomorrow off and staying in bed!". Then the next morning that wish appears to be THE most ridiculous thing. "I can't miss that!", rings in my head as I roll out of the v-berth and we get ready to cough and sniff our way through another action packed day. There's too much to do and nothing short of pneumonia can stop us!<br />
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The highlight has most undoubtedly been the Wooden Boat Festival held over 4 days this past weekend. The literature for the festival describes it as an ... <em>exciting celebration of our nation's rich maritime history and one of the world's most anticipated events</em>. I'll admit to not knowing exactly what to expect when we were planning our trip down here. The thought of a hanging around a boat show every day for 4 days didn't particularly seem exciting and I just didn't understand how varied, beautiful and enticing wooden boats can be. As we've been here hearing about the show and talking to our friends Bruce & Thelma - who own a beautiful and well loved wooden boat themselves - I started to get a better idea of the "specialness" of the show. But, as they say, nothing can prepare you for the first time with the real thing!!!<br />
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In addition to the sights of the Festival I've had a chance to meet many people - some are women sailors who have circumnavigated the planet (I admire their courage and ability so much) - who've become internet friends through blog posts or through sailing specific Facebook groups. We also met two famous world cruisers who have been sailing together around the world and around Australia for a total of more than 40 years. Here as some photos of all the activity ....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The opening day of the Festival there was to be a sail past of participating boats and we took our boat out to see the parade from the water. I thought they would all be waiting just outside of the entrance to the Derwent River and that the sail in would be rather staged. It was nothing like that! As we progressed down the river to where Storm Bay and the opening to The Channel meet the river there was nothing. Then, after going a little further, there they were - the Fleet - on the horizon. So many yachts coming with their colourful sails up and sailing proudly towards Hobart. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Out in front of the grand parade were the tall ship replicas .. so impressive under full sail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then came the larger cruising type yachts all varnished and gleaming ... <br />
moving, living monuments to the artistry of wooden boat building.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With just our head sail out we turned to mingle in with the fleet as they approached the show docks in Hobart.<br />
This was the bit that made me nervous! As all the yachts approached central Hobart and with helicopters overhead everyone sailed on display backwards and forwards across the bay to show off their boat. This meant lots of in close sailing with the afternoon breezes getting up. George handled the boat perfectly. Me, I'm happier where there's lots more room around the boat. I am not - in no way - a racing sailor. Never will be.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back at the docks in Hobart. The Festival featured all sorts of wooden craft from tall ships, to shore traders, rowing boats and motor boats. All were loving cared for and the owners welcomed visitors aboard to have a look inside their pride and joy. There were dogs on boats and kids everywhere, buskers and performers, street theatre and demonstrations .. the saying "something for everyone" certainly applies here.</td></tr>
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Hobart has been a major surprise this trip. The things to do and see since we've been here have been exceptional but, like I said earlier, I think the Wooden Boat Festival has been the highlight so far. Not to be outdone the social life has also been in high gear as well. It is surprising but the number of people you meet just shuffling up and down the docks through the crowd is amazing. Great atmosphere and terrific sights .. this is an event to put on any bucket list.<br />
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At the start of this Tasmanian adventure I was introduced to two very supportive Facebook groups ... <strong>Tasmania Cruising</strong>, set up by Jack and Jude Binder the well known world cruising couple; and <strong>Women Who Sail Australia</strong>, a forum of women just like myself who are cruising around this continent on lakes, rivers or the ocean. Each group provides a forum for posting achievements, thoughts, and questions relating to sailing ... and in my case in Tasmania.<br />
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I can unequivocally say that each forum provided us - me, in particular - with good information and support in taking on this sailing venture. We followed up some of the people at the show and went on their boats. I loved meeting the skipper of the magnificent yacht 'Kintail'. He was so welcoming and shared his experiences of the area. He's yet another new friend to meet up with on the water somewhere between here and our home port .. both boats live in Pittwater, NSW. We also met Jack and Jude at the signing of their latest book at the Boat Books stand ... again great people, honestly welcoming and interested in how others see this cruising thing.<br />
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On Sunday some of the <strong>Women Who Sail Australia</strong> group who are down here for the show got together for a glass or two of bubbly and an afternoon lunch. It was wonderful to be able to put faces to so many of the supportive comments over that site. We had a blast. Linda Flylink Anderson, who wrote about her experience circumnavigating the globe in her book <strong>'Sailing in my Sarong, Around the World A 30-Year Dream'</strong> joined our lunch as did Jude. For awhile Jack joined us and Linda's husband and my husband but they all left us for the time necessary to have a great female lunch session .. which is sooo good for the soul!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ladies who sail, also Lunch!<br />
The girls having fun. From the left around the table .. Jude, me, Linda, Madelaine, Judy and Julie.<br />
Excellent afternoon spent laughing and sharing.</td></tr>
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There're many more things I can share and rave about ... like our wonderful dinner with Di, John, Nic and Peter and drinks with Bev and David. But you get the picture .. all good with great people. <br />
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Today George and I are doing what we tried to do during the show ... rest. A lot of our RPAYC group are out exploring the fabulous cruising grounds of Tassie. Bogart left this morning for Port Davey as did a number of the people we've met here in the marina. Port Davey is our next destination but we're going to spend a bit of time getting well first. <br />
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As usual... more later. And to everyone reading this a very big THANK YOU!<br />
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-49896480858700892802015-02-02T12:26:00.001+11:002015-02-02T12:26:11.281+11:00THE WEATHER ... having fun in spite of it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At our "picnic" with the Derwent Sailing Squadron on Sunday. <br />
The cold and the wet wasn't going to stop us hardy sailing types from drinking and eating!</td></tr>
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This morning we woke to a calm marina bay, glassy water conditions, bright sun and flawless blue sky. As I walked from our boat to the shower stalls people were standing out on their boats or on the walkways smiling and everyone commented on how wonderful the sunshine felt. This beautiful morning seems like it's been a long - long - time coming ... and everyone, including me, is well and truly OVER the wind and the drizzle.<br />
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Normally I try to only accentuate the positive when writing this blog but I have to have just a little whinge first up about the weather. The wind has been the predominate factor in this whole Tasmanian adventure but the grey skies have also contributed to the growing frustration factor. There's been a very deep low off south-eastern Australia and it has meant wind and rain for a lot of the coast from northern New South Wales down to the southern tip of Tassie. <br />
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Here we've had grey skies day after day but, for me, the westerly wind has been the killer. George and I have been lucky with our anchorages and with our trip back to the marina last Monday but so many of our boating friends have been caught out in uncomfortable conditions. Even here in the marina the wind is a part of everything you do .. or try to do. It is annoying. However, all the wonderful local people - on and off the water - say it will stop now. February and March are the months when the wind starts to behave and the sky clears. Summer will come. Any day now.<br />
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Enough of that. On to the fun bits!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Australia day celebrations in the little township of Nubeena!</td></tr>
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Over a week ago we left Port Arthur for the little township of Nubeena. We sailed back around the impressive cliffs of Cape Raoul - on a much calmer day - and up the western coast of the Tasman Peninsular. The little community of Nubeena sits beside a sheltered inlet called Parsons Bay. We liked it a lot and stayed there a week. It was very comfortable in the south-westerly winds. <br />
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As we pulled into the bay, being careful to avoid the large fish farms all along the passage, we heard from our friends on 'Bogart' ... they were on their way around from Norfolk Bay to join us. Hooray! And then, as they arrived we saw 'My Way 2' coming in as well. Double Hooray! Even if the weather kept being bleak we would at least have some good social time. What we didn't expect was a full on Australia Day celebration the next day on shore.<br />
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Australia Day - for those elsewhere - is the official national day to celebrate being Australian. Originally established to recognise the arrival of the first fleet ... Australia Day is meant to celebrate community and diversity in our nation of immigrants. However, as a footnote, to date the day doesn't pay homage to the original owners of the land unfortunately. But, me personally, I LOVE Australia Day and the way it brings communities together .. and usually out on the water. Being in Nubeena for their day was such a surprise, privilege and so much fun!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part of the celebrations in Nubeena was a cruise out of the bay on a replica tall ship.<br />
There were also kids kayak races and a sailing regatta. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During the day on land there was an excellent art fair by local artists in the civic center/high school.<br />
And starting at 5pm they had a Taste of Tasmania in the sports ground with <br />
food & wine vendors PLUS a terrific Aussie Band.</td></tr>
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The day there and night in the sports ground was FANTASTIC. The next day we all walked to the local pub which was a good piece away and a very welcome walk to stretch the legs. 'Bogart' left that evening to return to the marina in Hobart. Unfortunately they had to cross Storm Bay in winds forecast to blow 15 to 20 knots but, just like most of the conditions we've been experiencing, instead they battled 40 knots plus of hard driving cold winds. 'Southern Belle' and 'My Way 2' stayed behind to wait for a better forecast a couple of days later. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had all noticed a small restaurant on shore called Lucky Ducks. Our lunch, on the last day in Nubeena, was excellent. Good menu, food and a great wine list. Happy.</td></tr>
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So, the past week we've been back in the marina. Most of the RPAYC boats and crew are here as well and we've been enjoying what I consider the absolute best part of cruising - socialising! There's been drinks on board, meeting new people and dinners out. The best of times ... so good to be with the larger group. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last Friday night we all went to the Moonah pub not far from the marina. I suggested the venue - sight unseen - after looking around on line for someplace that could take our group of 18. Unfortunately as we were driving up to the front of the pub we noticed there was also a large group of very serious looking bikers arriving as well! Would this be Bikers vs Sailors? No. They went to the public bar and we went back to the very respectable looking dining room. Fun was had by all .. the food was remarkably good. And each group - although we only really met while ordering food - were very nice to each other.</td></tr>
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And finally ... sorry about the length of this post but I've been so lazy about posting that there's so much to tell! .... Yesterday our group were treated to a BBQ on the beach by the members of the Derwent Sailing Squadron. We were all looking forward to this. The DSS people have been very generous with their time and with inviting members of our group to join in their activities. They had promised free beer, oysters and salmon and a great day out months ago. Unfortunately the day was bleak weather wise. Rain, drizzle, wind, cold ... you name it we just about had it all. In spite of the prevailing wet stuff the BBQ went ahead. I had a great time, although at one time I thought it was the coldest I had ever been - in my life. George woke up with a cold and a bad cough so I went in the car with Peter & Debbie. We decided not to brave the conditions in the boat. I'm so glad I went - and that the event happened. As usual the people were good to meet and, again, apologised for the weather and promised February and March would be much much better.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fantastic beach and bay where we had the BBQ. </td></tr>
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This coming weekend the wooden boat festival starts in Hobart. The festival has become one of the major attractions for Tassie and we're all looking forward to it.<br />
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And a final note on the weather. George and I are having a wonderful time. At the end of it all the weather doesn't matter. It's the people, the joy of sharing good times - and bad. And it's the place. Tasmania is just beautiful. Nothing has disappointed. <br />
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-4918042686111754402015-01-22T19:12:00.000+11:002015-01-22T22:53:18.444+11:00Lucky lunch, Seasick journey, Dramatic cliffs and Convict history<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying a traditional Devonshire Tea on the veranda of the Visiting Magistrates House in Port Arthur. </td></tr>
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The wild westerly weather of last week finally loosened its grip on Sunday across south-eastern Tasmania. The forecast for diminishing wind strength and a welcome return to sunshine came - finally - after pretty much 5 days in a row of stormy conditions. We decided to take the car back to our home marina in Hobart from our handy Port Huon base and after discussions with Bruce, plus an hour or so on the computer, we knew how and where to catch buses to get back to the boat. There would be much walking between buses but we planned our times well so there shouldn't be any rushing around.<br />
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We arrived at the marina with a few minutes to spare which gave us about 15 minutes to say hello to two of the RPAYC club boats that had arrived over the past couple of days. As usual it was a genuine delight to catch up with boating friends and listen to their stories of crossing Bass Strait. It's these shared experiences that act like glue gradually binding long lasting friendships. Plus it's good to laugh about the challenges of sailing - we've all been through shit times, and magic times, at one point or another! <br />
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It turns out the 'Mixed Nuts' crew were planning a drive down to Huonville that morning anyway so they offered to give us a lift. Then when the 'My Way 2' crew joined morning tea we decided to make the trip together and catch lunch on the way. Lunch ended up at the Kermandie Pub next to our little Port Huon Marina. Afterwards the people at the Pub gave us all a tour of their B & B facilities - which were terrific and perfect for visiting family members - and then everyone came down to check out the marina. Turns out they all liked the area so much we just may try to work out a group rendezvous there while we're all in Tassie.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Kermandie Pub lunch crew. That's the little Port Huon marina behind everyone.</td></tr>
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Monday morning 'Southern Belle' departed the marina on the high tide. Our first destination would be the facilities at Kettering to get some fuel - our first fill up since we departed Pittwater (that seems so long ago right now). At Kettering, while waiting for the bowser, I met Eva one of the wonderful women in the facebook group 'Women Who Sail Australia'! As we motored slowly up and down the channel we waved and called out to each other. I wish we could have spent more time there and met each other face to face. The WWSA group are such a friendly, knowledgeable and supporting collection of women from all over Australia and other countries who are out sailing around now or have sailing in their blood. I'm hoping to catch up with Eva and some of the others in the group while we're down here.<br />
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From Kettering we planned to travel the 35 or so nautical miles to Port Arthur at the bottom of the Tasman Peninsular meaning we had to cross Storm Bay - another infamous body of water down here. The Bay was pretty calm but, due to the preceding days of strong westerlies, there was a fair amount of rolling wave action .. which I wasn't prepared for! Living on the boat while down the D'Entrecasteaux Channel, in Port Cygnet and Port Huon - with no waves at all - had not prepared me for the movement of the ocean again. I became nauseous pretty quickly which increased to that horrible feeling of impending violent "pukesville" and stayed at that extreme level for the whole of the crossing. I. HATE. THAT. FEELING. If I had thought about it I could have started some medication the previous evening but I didn't consider needing it. So I endured the sickness all the way around the cliffs of Cape Raoul which I had wanted to see so badly. I did manage to sit up long enough to take some OK photos of the dramatic cliffs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The dolomite cliffs as you approach Cape Raoul.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "organ pipe" pillars of the Cape. You can see the size of the rolling waves as we approached. Pukesville!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rounding the Cape ... what a sight!</td></tr>
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And here we are in the beautiful and solitary Port Arthur .. as I write this we've been here 4 days. The next day after our Storm Bay crossing I was really knocked out. After being that seasick I think it takes a day for the body to get over it. George and I just stayed on the boat reading, doing chores and napping. Then yesterday and today we spent walking over the penal site of Port Arthur. As we learned ...<br />
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<em>"The Port Arthur penal station was established in 1830 as a timber-getting camp, using convict labour to produce sawn logs for government projects. From 1833 Port Arthur was used as a punishment station for repeat offenders from all the Australian colonies."</em><br />
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While beautiful and quiet today, this place was one of punishment and cruelty for so many men. Many of those sent here were barely teenagers originally convicted of something as minor as stealing a hanky. Then transported to Australia where they re-offended in some way thus ending up in Port Arthur. In contrast to the virtual slave labour and mistreatment of the convicts, the overseers and military hierarchy enjoy a normal - even great for some - life on this site. As George and I sailed past the cliffs of Cape Raoul and into Port Arthur we reflected on how those convicted men would have thought they were entering Hell itself .. many never to return.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The familiar view of the penitentiary building ruin from the water.<br />
We were anchored just around the corner from this view. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from the hospital ruins on the hill of the main area.</td></tr>
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Tomorrow we head back north a bit to the town of Nubeena.Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-10115132082291945302015-01-17T17:53:00.001+11:002015-01-17T17:53:19.748+11:00A busy week at Port Huon<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The small and very sheltered marina at Port Huon as seen from the Kermandie Pub up on the hill.<br />
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It's Saturday afternoon here in the little marina at Port Huon, George is fast asleep enjoying his afternoon nap and I'm trying to blog while listening to the most recent wave of howling wind and driving rain outside the boat. <br />
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The weather has been like this since yesterday afternoon. You can see each wave coming. First - for about 10-12 minutes - there's sun .. bright shining sun in a flawless blue sky with white fluffy clouds. Then, coming in from the west, the grey starts to build along with the wind and soon it consumes everything in its path and we're hit with 30+ knots of wind and driving rain. We get slapped with 10-12 minutes of that and then it's gone again. <br />
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Last night it felt so good for the boat to be tied securely here in our little berth, to be warm and snuggle up together in our cabin safe from the wind and rain. But as the night progressed and we were woken several times by gusts pushing 'Southern Belle' up hard against the side of the berth and even tipping us over a bit .. I admit I wished for it to end. It hasn't. The wild westerlies have continued all day today and the forecast isn't for any change until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. Our friends on 'Bogart' are out in this at anchor and they've been on our minds all night & today. We've been in touch and they're fine .. I'd like it a lot if they were here with us right now.<br />
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In spite of the last 24 hours of changeable weather, this past week in Port Huon has been choc full of friendship, events and adventures. In fact we've been so busy I haven't had time to blog or do much in the way of catching up. There have been so many highlights and we've enjoyed every minute being based down on the river. I want to show you as much as possible so I'll do it in pictures .....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monday we joined our good friends Bruce and Thelma - the couple sitting opposite me in this photo - for the weekly dinner at the Wooden Boat Shed/Living Boat Trust in the little town of Franklin. Earlier that day Bruce drove us in to Hobart to pick up our car for the week. The weather wasn't looking the best for sailing so we decided to base ourselves here to see more of the area. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The dinner is held by the members of the trust and it gives an open welcome to visitors. The beauty of the event is everyone pitches in to get the dinner on the table - visitors and members alike. Everyone shares in the chores from erecting the tent, to finding (their shed is more a workshop than a clubhouse) and setting up the tables and chairs to helping in the kitchen ...everything done by whoever volunteers. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George and I had a good time. The food was good, the people were a great mixture of cruisers, wooden boat enthusiasts and characters. The atmosphere was excellent. Many thanks to Bruce and Thelma for taking us!! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are some of the beautiful hand made rowing boats - with a long history in this area - they lovingly construct in their workshop. The dinner that evening had to wait until they could get a coat of varnish on one which will be a feature of the Wooden Boat Show coming up this February in Hobart.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Tuesday we drove to Hastings Cave - about 50 or so kilometres from Port Huon. This is the parking lot where you join up with a forest path leading to the cave entrance. The trees were HUGE!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can see how big some of them were - mind you not that many were this big <br />
because the area had been logged quite a bit. It was cold ... and we were warned that inside the cave the temp was 9C or lower so I've got about 3 layers of clothes on!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A shot of the roof of one of the chambers in the cave. Unfortunately my camera and flash is too pokey to show how spectacular the different caverns actually were. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Thursday we boarded the ferry for the half hour ride over to Bruny Island with a lot of other holiday makers. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We didn't really give ourselves enough time to see Bruny ... we thought since we had done some of it on the boat that would be enough but, like so much of Tasmania, there is so much more to experience. This photo was taken at the top of the lookout at the Bruny Island "Neck" .. which is the narrow spit of land between N & S Bruny. The lookout is pretty amazing. You climb nearly 300 steps to the top and look out over the ocean and The Channel. The wind was blowing hard up there! I didn't have my hair up for this photo .. the wind was whipping it up that way!! That night we drove back to the marina and had dinner with Bruce and Thelma on their boat .. A good day and night. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And yesterday we drove into the town of Geeveston to try the famous little Sushi restaurant there that Bruce and Thelma told us about. The chef is very popular and is asked to prepare sushi for visiting dignitaries in Canberra at times. He's only open for lunch on Friday and Saturday. We arrived just after noon and he was just about sold out .. closed before 1. When we got there the line was out the door waiting for his sushi. And I have to say it was the best I've ever had .. and George, who usually won't eat sushi even liked it. Supposedly, we heard from a person in line, the BBC are even preparing to do a documentary on him! </td></tr>
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That's our week. Tomorrow we're going to take the car back to the Hobart marina, ride the bus back down here and hopefully go sailing on Monday when the weather breaks. I'm ready to get moving again but certainly don't want to move out of here until the westerlies settle down. We've heard that a few more of the RPAYC boats have arrived so it will be good to catch up with them somewhere.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And on a final note .. the rainbow over the river yesterday at the end of one of the rain waves. Beautiful.</td></tr>
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-90054107311739607852015-01-12T17:11:00.000+11:002015-01-12T17:11:05.074+11:00I Love a Festival!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Street performers in Cygnet ... rousing drums and great dancers. Everyone driven to move with the beat!!</td></tr>
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All the sounds, scenes and atmosphere at the Cygnet Folk Festival meant I had one big smile on my face for the whole day we were in town. All the ticketed performances were sold out way before we were even aware the Festival existed, but that didn't matter ... the performers on the street more than made up for anything in the halls we may have missed!<br />
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'Southern Belle' made the trip around to the Port of Cygnet with ease. George and I just pointed her in the right direction, turned on the autopilot and motor sailed for the couple of hours needed to move from our overnight mooring in Great Bay. The day was another exceptional one - Tasmania in all its natural splendour again - with light winds and plenty of sun. As we travelled across another large expanse of perfect water and beautiful scenery George and I commented on the absolute lack of other people or boats .. as far as the eye could see there were only 2 other boats. If this was Pittwater (our home port) on a Friday in early January there would be power boats, sail boats, ski boats, jetskis and all other manner of marine craft. But here ... nothing. Just wide open spaces. Another reason to love, love, love Tasmania!<br />
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We arrived at the Port in the early afternoon and motored around the already moored/anchored boats to find a space to drop our anchor. The "Port" of Cygnet was, at one time, a major shipping bay for the produce of this area. Today it is just the end of the bay ... a place to drop anchor or pick up a mooring and then go ashore at the little Port Cygnet Sailing Club, leave the dingy and make the 2km walk into town. <br />
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As we were lining ourselves up to anchor we drove around the back of a lovely yacht sporting an American flag ... we wondered who they were and if they had sailed it all the way here from the USA. It wasn't long until we met them. While doing the odds and ends required to straighten up from our day's leisurely cruise I heard a shout and a dingy approaching. It was the couple off the American boat coming to invite us for "Sundowner Drinks" at 5!!! <br />
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I've said it before, this is the part I like about cruising the most! Meeting new and interesting people. It turned out they were on the lookout for us .. Peter & Sue on Celay had met and socialised with them in Eden while waiting to cross Bass Strait and they are also well known to our good friends Bruce and Thelma!! This cruising world is a very small and connected. That night we joined them on their boat along with another cruising couple we had met in Airlie Beach in 2013 ... another night of laughs, stories and good times. Everyone was here for the Folk Festival.<br />
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Early the next morning we got ourselves together, climbed into the dingy and made our way to the Sailing Club for the walk into town. The day was great .. and the big event for the afternoon would be back at the Sailing Club for 2 hours of singing and a sing-a-long of Sea Shanty songs. Here's some photos of the day .....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Free music in the park with a different performer every 30 minutes. The best thing about sitting in the park - other than the music - was people watching! There were all kinds of people from everywhere - young, old, bikers, hipsters, hippies - complete entertainment.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We just happened to be walking past the town hall where we could hear fantastic drumming going on inside .. then, all of a sudden, the performers burst through the doors banging away with their whole audience streaming out behind .. all dancing!!! You just had to follow them on to the main street! They had everyone dancing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just some of the performers leading the crowd at the Sailing Club in the sing-a-long of Sea Shanties.<br />
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After saying goodbye to the people we had met the previous night and during the day we made it back to the boat and pretty much collapsed. It was a big enjoyable day at the Cygnet Folk Festival .. just one more thing that should be everyone's itinerary when visiting down here!!<br />
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The next morning we pulled up the anchor and moved further up the Huon River. We had a great sail for the 3 or so hours it took to get to the last anchorage available to our boat. The rest of the river, while still wide, can be shallow so we'll stop here. Our friends from Lake Macquarie - Bruce and Thelma - live in the little Port Huon Marina on their boat. We anchored off last night due to the tide and George went to get them in the dingy for drinks and dinner aboard Southern Belle. Tonight we're joining them for a dinner at the Wooden Boat Shed up the road in Franklin. <br />
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More tomorrow!<br />
Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-23205518723632263852015-01-08T18:32:00.002+11:002015-01-08T18:32:50.742+11:00Foodie Heaven .. and we've just started!<br />
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Our night spent in the little 'Duckpond' bay ... one of the many bays up and down the D'Entrecasteaux Channel ... was calm, peaceful and a great first night back on the boat after our car adventures.<br />
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Yesterday we moved to Missionary Bay which is an easy sail around Kinghorne Point on North Bruny Island. We planned to find the oyster farm 'Get Shucked' for afternoon snacks but arrived too late. <br />
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As we sailed down the Channel the wind was rising to its forecasted high of 20 knots. We only had the headsail out which was pushing us along at a great speed of 6.5 knots with gusts blowing up to 25 and then 26 knots. My favourite way to sail! Just the headsail up with the wind blowing hard enough at just the right angle to move us along at a good pace - without the boat heeling too far over. I've said it time and time again .. I'm not much of a sailor. I prefer the boat upright. The Captain, on the other hand, would love to have every piece of sail flying winched in tight with the gunnels in the water! Keeping us both happy - and the boat moving - is our constant balancing act. <br />
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When we rounded the corner and started our move into the 'Great Bay' we came upon the largest salmon fish farm we've seen so far. In fact it was in the process of being moved across the bay.<br />
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As we sailed past George thought he saw a number of divers working along the perimeter but on closer inspection we realized we were seeing seals! They were circling the nets like wild lions in Africa .. on the lookout for tasty escapees to snap up if any made a break for freedom!<br />
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By the time we moved into our place in Missionary Bay it was too late to try and find 'Get Shucked' so we had a late lunch followed by George's considerably long nap and some heavenly quiet reading time for me. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George, the "chef", making a night time treat of banana + blueberry muffins. They were the best he's done yet!!</td></tr>
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This morning we woke to a drizzly day and, at one point, a very loud thunderstorm overhead. But the intrepid sailors .. and oyster hunters .. were not to be deterred! With the rain pouring sometimes and at other times just drizzling enough to get your head wet .. we started out across the 'Great Bay' to find 'Get Shucked' and the "Bruny Island Cheese Factory". We managed to find the other side of the bay through the white mist as well as a public mooring we didn't know existed and once safely moored we jumped in the dingy ... with all the wet weather gear we had! <br />
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Since we've owned "Southern Belle" with her hard dodger we haven't had any reason to wear much wet weather gear. A jacket is only needed when going forward and even then it's pretty much just George that does that .. but today, to stay reasonably dry, I put it all on and needed every bit. I was quite a sight walking into the lunch deck of the oyster farm draped in my dripping wet outer gear .. but no one seem to notice. <br />
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If you're coming down to Tasmania you MUST give "Get Shucked" a try!! I don't really like oysters much .. George loves them. But I had the BEST oysters I've ever eaten. George had a dozen naked oysters with a glass of Tasmanian Chardonnay and I tried the Asian panko crumbed with rice noodle salad. Fantastic!! We went back for seconds as well .. they really are good.<br />
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We followed that with another dingy ride in the rain to the Bruny Cheese Factory .. good place and great cheese, from what we could see. Unfortunately there were a lot more people there and it was hard to get to the counter to order or try.<br />
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Right now we're back on the boat with the expected SE change blowing outside and a new round of rain tapping on the deck. Perfect for another great night's sleep. Tomorrow we plan to sail around to the little town of Cygnet where there is a well known folk festival on this weekend. We've heard most of the tickets are already sold for the scheduled performances but there should be a lot of street activity and buskers to enjoy.<br />
Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-44825470628078898732015-01-07T11:27:00.002+11:002015-01-07T11:27:58.745+11:00Picture this!! ... A photo update<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The rugged bush of northern Tasmania .. at a lookout above the Tamar River.</td></tr>
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Blogging is a hard thing to keep up with, especially when everyday is full of interesting and new experiences. Since my last blog we've been to Launceston to visit with friends who were very generous with their time to show us around the area. Then we've travelled back down to Hobart, provisioned the boat and made a break for the cruising grounds of the D'Entrecasteaux Channel. I've got so much to talk about and so many photos to share and so little time ... which means I'll cheat a bit and do a photo narrative instead. Here goes ....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We left Hobart on Friday and followed Di and John to their home in Launceston in our car ... The next day they drove us to see the wide expanse of the Tamar river all the way up to their yacht club - Tamar Yacht Club - and towards Bass Strait. The river is wide and can be navigated down to Launceston .. although it gets shallow and pretty much ends there.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the way we went through the mining town of Beaconsfield - where two miners were trapped underground for two weeks. The mine collapse and rescue were covered worldwide by the media. Today the mine is closed and a museum covering the area and its mining history is open. We didn't go in but John said the museum is very interesting and worth a visit if we had more time while we're here in Tassie. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Upon our return to Launceston we were invited to the home of another couple we met in the Louisiades Rally - Rodney and Christine - for a BBQ. They live in a lovely home built in the 1800's sitting on a commanding position high on a hill looking down on the beautiful little city and the beginning of Launceston's Cataract Gorge. They also have a pool! The weather in Tasmania is well known to be - or at least I expected it to be - quite a bit cooler than the mainland of Australia. To be honest I expected it to be cold - and for much of the time we've been here it has been quite cool. But this day was hot - up to the low 30's - and perfect for a champagne + pool dip! I must admit I NEVER thought I'd be in a swimming pool in Launceston ... a great time was had by all!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view of the Cataract Gorge from the house. We were told there a some good walks through the gorge and also the Basin Chairlift believed to be the longest single chairlift span in the world. We didn't have the time to explore the gorge but, again, its something we'd like to go back and do another time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next day Di and John drove us up to the coastal town of Bridport. On the way we stopped at the Bridestowe Lavender Estate. What a place!! There are miles of lavender fields as far as the eye can see. They've certainly cornered the tourist market with tours and a shop that unapologetically promotes the Estate and its products - and it's very expensive. They created a purple teddy bear filled with heat beads and aromatic lavender which they market as 'Bobby Bear'. The Bear has become so popular that visitors are limited to one only per person!! They are a destination shop for visiting Chinese people who LOVE the bears. They can even buy - as their single one - a bear dressed in a Chinese coat - for $10 more! I thought the place was amazing, the Lavender ice cream delicious, but the prices very over-inflated. We didn't buy our allotted bear. Later we had lunch at the Barnbougle Golf Club and I hate that I didn't take a photo while we were there. The view and the greens are right next to Bass Strait but protected from the wind and waves by reclaimed high sand dunes. It was a spectacular place. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These two little west highland terriers are Di and John's best mates! Mac and Tilly. It was so good to be around dogs for a weekend since missing our Molly. Great dogs .. love them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While we were there the miniature horse boarding on the property gave birth .. we got to see a 2 hour old fold. So cute and so agile even when only hours old! Special!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We said a huge THANK YOU to our hosts in Launceston and left for Hobart on Monday morning. On the way we stopped at the historic town of Ross. There they have two major sites from the cruel transportation days of early Tasmania. The first is the Female Factory where women, most in their twenties, were kept to work in a form of slave labour to pay for their crimes. There isn't much left of the site but they've created an area that informs while taking the visitor back to the hardships and harshness of the times.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The historic sandstone bridge over the Macquarie river in Ross. It was completed in 1836 by convict labour in chain gang conditions. There are beautiful and intricate carvings on both sides of the bridge on the arches.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While in Launceston John took George to his favourite chandlery so George could stock up on all the things he needed for fishing and catching Tassie rock lobsters. As we travelled down the channel he caught a small barracuda which he'll use as bait for crays. Unfortunately we can't put the cray trap down in the channel and the winds are a bit too wild to go on the outside of Bruny Island - where we can trap crays - right now. George is waiting for the day when he can catch one!!! He will be VERY disappointed if he doesn't catch anything. </td></tr>
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That's it ... a lot to catch up on and a great weekend! Last night we spent the night in the "Duckpond" bay in the north of Bruny Island. This is cruising.<br />
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-14599848480319108512015-01-02T10:24:00.001+11:002015-01-02T10:24:38.321+11:00Trees then Taste of Tassie ... Ending 2014 with a BANG<br />
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The pace of life we've adopted while here in Hobart hasn't slowed over the past week. We've caught up with friends from Lake Macquarie, rekindled friendships with people we met in the Louisiades Rally in 2013, and enjoyed celebrating the turn of another year with our Hobart cruise buddies from 'Celay' and 'Bogart'. <br />
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All this and we haven't even been back out on the water in 'Southern Belle'! Mind you the wind has been blowing and blowing and blowing - hard - so I haven't missed being out on the boat at all. When Di and John - friends from the Louisiades rally - came aboard they told us an interesting thing about the wind down here. They said the wind tends to come in with the "Big End" first! In other words, instead of building up to it's maximum strength for the day it starts out at the max and then works itself down. I think we've seen that a good bit even here in the marina as we clocked over 36 knots blowing right here in the pen! The good news - and we're hearing this from everyone - is the wind calms down considerably starting in mid-January and things get better and better for cruising as we move into February and March. I'm certainly looking forward to that!!<br />
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We're lucky with the weather ... we have all the time in the world to enjoy Tasmania because we don't have to get back to Sydney any time soon. Stephanie is taking good care of Molly and the house and we don't have work commitments so we can take our time and enjoy everything this amazing place has to offer. And that's just what we've been doing .....<br />
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On Monday of this week we drove down south of Hobart to take in some of what is called the 'Huon Trail'. The website describes it like this ... "a world of extensive and serene waterways, wild coastlines, quiet farmlands, boutique vineyards, and rugged but accessible World Heritage wilderness". And it certainly lives up to the description. The drive is lovely with vistas that change as you climb and descend each mountain and cross the Huon River valley. <br />
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Monday we headed for the Tahune Airwalk. This is presented in the tourist brochures as a walk among giants ... a walk at the very top of the forest canopy. After seeing the huge trees at the base of Mt Wellington I wanted to see what it looked like towards the top of these beautiful and ancient trees.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To enter the Airwalk you cross a bridge over the mighty Huon River and start the climb up through the forest floor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once inside the forest area there are huge trees (as seen in the background here) - apparently left from past forestry cuttings - mingled in with new growth and massive fern trees. As we drove through on the way to the Airwalk site there were signs along the road dating the regrowth from the early 1960s through to the late '70s. Makes you wonder what this wild part of Tasmania would have looked like today if the original huge trees had been left to live their life unchanged. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The airwalk at the top of the forest. The walk is only as wide as one or two people and it is quite high up in the tree tops. It swings and moves with the wind and the weight of people walking on it. The view was breathtaking and, in some parts, the "swing" of the walkway was disconcerting. I loved it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then, as you descend back down and cross the forest floor, there are many areas to enjoy the peace, tranquillity and sheer majesty of the area. Well worth the visit!</td></tr>
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On Tuesday we woke to a drizzly morning with a windy day forecast. Di and John delivered a boat around to our marina and came aboard for morning tea and invited us to their home in Launceston for the weekend. I took advantage of the breaking sunshine and wind to get some laundry done. This is the first marina we've been in that provides a clothesline next to the laundry so we don't have to run our clothes through a hot dryer. So good and so Tassie! This seems very much an environmentally "green" state. In the afternoon we escaped the wind by going to a movie .. we saw "The Water Diviner" and liked the film a lot. See it if you get a chance. I was so glad to see the cinema almost full for the film ... usually Australian audiences don't support Australian films like they should.<br />
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Wednesday was New Year's Eve. The 6 of us - me & George + Ian & Sharon from 'Bogart' + Peter & Sue from 'Celay' - had purchased reserved seats for the "Taste of Tassie" NYE celebrations months ago. After attending the first day of the "Taste", where the crowds were pretty thick, I wondered if we would enjoy the night or if it would be a huge crush of people all vying for the vendors inside. But it turned out the party was just for ticket holders and the crowd was large but manageable which meant it was easy to sample all the wines on offer as well as try a lot of the food. The theme for the night was Pirate and a lot of people dressed up. We didn't ... with the exception of Sharon who donned a frightful black beard as well as an eye patch. Great fun!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our table with the young couple that had reserved the last two seats on the end. They were such nice people visiting from Arnamland in the Northern Territory where he teaches. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the sample cheese boxes from a vendor. The sample plates, boxes and dishes were delish!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A group selfie during the 9:30 fireworks!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The scene behind us - with the Sydney to Hobart yachts at the main wharf in the distance - as everyone settled back in to drinking and eating and waiting for the midnight fireworks.</td></tr>
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We had a great night! If you ever get a chance to come down to Hobart don't miss the "Taste of Tassie" event. It is done so well. The people running the stalls are so friendly plus the food and wine are excellent.<br />
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Yesterday 'Bogart' and 'Celay' left the marina to cruise around for awhile. We're going up to Launceston to visit with Di and John for the weekend so we said goodbye in the morning. I wanted to spend a lazy day reading but George wanted to take a drive down another section of the Huon trail road so off we went down the other side of the channel.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More spectacular scenery with lots to do and see along the way. </td></tr>
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Apologies for the length of this post ... there is so much to show and tell. More later from Launceston. We're still loving it down here!<br />
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-32853346448922396842014-12-28T22:37:00.001+11:002014-12-28T22:37:11.081+11:00Enjoying friends and Loving Hobart<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hobart from the top of Mt Wellington!</td></tr>
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The past couple of days have been so much fun. I'd like to say right now - without exception - I love Hobart!!! Such a pleasing city. So much to see and do ... and so good to be here with friends.<br />
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First off we celebrated boxing day with our little group of yachts here in the POW Bay marina. One of the key members of our group - Sharon - wasn't arriving until Christmas night due to family responsibilities. Because of that we decided to have our CD celebration dinner on boxing day evening. It was another special night with friends on boats. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our group dinner on 'Bogart' .. complete with roast veggies, turkey and gravy. <br />
Excellent!!! Everyone did their part .. Ian and Sharon on Turkey and plum pudding, me on veggies and salad and Peter and Sue on roast veggies. Great night and fun with great friends!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The whole gang celebrating Boxing Day in style!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sharon and Me (with Ian doing the washing routine) ... dancing and singing along to "Happy" as we dry the dishes from the night's dinner. Doesn't get much better! </td></tr>
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The next day we drove into town and walked around the waterfront. We had been told the Mawson museum was worth a visit so we spent some time there. What an interesting exhibit and such a worthwhile memorial for so many men that spent hard times - some dying - opening up Antarctica to exploration and communication. The exhibit is a replica of the hut they built for their base station between 1912 and 1913 to study weather, magnetics and geology. In the 1950's there was a permanent base established there as a result of the work they started.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cramped inside of the Mawson Hut replica. Men lived, ate, slept and worked in this small wooden hut. A feat of selflessness and endurance! If you're ever in Hobart you should give this small memorial a look.</td></tr>
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That afternoon, with an easing wind and no clouds in the sky we decided to try and reach the summit of Mt Wellington again. For some reason I thought it would be an easy drive .. and not so steep. Wrong. It's a long way up to the top and a lot of the drive is more than steep .. it is precarious! As we angled our way up and up the road got narrower and the edges dropped away into, well, nothing. It's not all that bad (apparently) because there are a bloody lot of people doing the drive! The view from the top is amazing! Hobart and the waterways around it are laid out to see in, what seems like, tiny detail. The most startling element of being on the top was the landscape .. it was like being on Mars. Red rocks dotted the area creating an alien "moonscape". Quite alluring .. but so high and wild it was - to me - a bit nauseating. Beautiful - but "get me off this as soon please". George insisted on driving the car down the mountain - no problem from me!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of the "alien" landscape with the breathtaking view behind it. Quite a place!!!</td></tr>
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Today was an even better day!! The 'Taste of Tasmania' started down around the waterfront. It is a 3 day celebration of wine and food from this fascinating Island. We went down for day one and I must say - and George agrees with me - the event is done particularly well. There is so much to experience and they have many many places where you can take your little tasting plate of food, with wine and beer and sit and enjoy. Even with a large crowd it was easy to find a place in either the sun, by the pier side or in the shade of a tree to enjoy your foodie find and meet people. The "Taste" runs for a couple more days and culminates with a New Year's Eve celebration at the water's edge. We - the 6 of us from Southern Belle, Bogart and Celay - have reserved seats for the NYE experience which we booked months ago. Looking forward to that!<br />
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And then!!! As if the day wasn't as good as it could have been already .... we watched the two lead boats from the Sydney to Hobart race reach the finish line. We were there when Wild Oats XI won it's record breaking 8th line honours and we also witnessed the American challenger Comanche arrive about 42 minutes later with full spinnaker flying! Today's sights were on my bucket list .. I always wanted to be here in Hobart when the boats arrived and I accomplished it today! Yay!! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and George in the crowd waiting for the first yacht to arrive.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wild Oats XI arriving at the dock in Hobart and in the process of dropping the main ... with all the spectator boats milling around. Great sight ...huge boat and such a great achievement.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The American boat Comanche arriving about 45 minutes after WOXI with spinnaker flying! What a terrific sight! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The whole of the Hobart dock area - with the Sydney to Hobart crowds - from the top of the car park we parked our car in. Spectacular sights and exceptional day!</td></tr>
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-81027768824413860262014-12-24T18:54:00.000+11:002014-12-24T18:54:13.118+11:00Enjoying Hobart in our new (?) car!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Tree Hugging' one of the massive eucalyptus trees on Mt Wellington. </td></tr>
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There is so much to do in and around Hobart. It's a lovely small city with a mixture of Australian history and the very, and in some cases very quirky, new. There are natural wonders on land and sea most within a days drive of our little marina. We've just started to explore the immediate surrounds and find our way around the city waterfront.<br />
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We're staying at the Prince of Wales Bay Marina which is a good place for the boat - peaceful and reasonably protected from the weather - but not such a good place for travelling yachties wanting to get around and see the sights. Why? Because it's smack in the middle of an industrial area with no public transport and Hobart central about 6 km away.<br />
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On Monday George wanted to change the engine oil. After much research he found that we should be able to buy the brand/weight we needed in a little suburb that should be an OK walk from the marina. So off we went. Normally the need to walk places from a marina is a joy ... usually it's an enjoyable 20 minutes into town or to a bus stop. Not here. We walked and walked .. through the industrial area, across a main highway, and on through the next suburb. Unfortunately my foot seemed to happily undertake the first 20 minutes but when it becomes 30, then 40 then 50 minutes it starts to really hurt. We found the shop George thought he could purchase the right oil at but they didn't have the right stuff (I did suggest we call first but was told that would not be necessary - Men!). Of course they suggested we could find what we were looking for at another shop but it was at least another 20-45 minutes walk away.<br />
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As we were standing on the pavement "discussing" what to do next George noticed a tiny El-cheapo car yard on the corner. "Let's have a quick look around", he said. Actually buying a car had never crossed my mind but George was considering the possibility. Ian, on 'Bogart', had tried to rent a car and most places were all rented out with the exception of one 'rent a wreck' place where he managed to get a car for 3 weeks. Since we are planning on being down here until March - and use the POW Bay Marina for a base - we were going to need a car. My foot said so.<br />
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Anyway, after negotiations were held and we - according to George - did the obligatory walk away .. we bought a car. A 1995 Mitsubishi Magna in great shape and with well over 300,000 km on it! The price tag was $1,695 and George got it for us for the reasonable sum of $1,500. Plus, the guy at the yard said he would buy it back from us when we left ... bargain.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our car. We now have wheels!</td></tr>
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Freedom!!! A boat for exploring by sea and wheels to explore the land. Excellent.<br />
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Yesterday Bruce was picking up the rental car he had booked to cruise around (smart to book) and he moved to the B & B he would be staying in until he went home to Canberra. We drove him into town to find his new digs and decided to drive up to the top of Mt. Wellington to check out the view of Hobart from the top. <br />
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Mt Wellington rises up behind Hobart and stands as an impressive stone citadel above the city. It towers there, above all, and so massive it even affects the weather for those below.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view of Mt Wellington from our boat in the marina. <br />
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On our way up to the summit of the mountain we stopped in the little hamlet of Fern Gully to have lunch at the tavern. The sky was clear when we went in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cute and very welcoming tavern halfway up the mountain.</td></tr>
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But by the time we came out from lunch the clouds had started to roll in and become quite thick. It was clear we wouldn't be able to even see the road the rest of the way up the mountain much less the view once we got there. We noticed across the street from the tavern there was a little park and the beginnings of a walking track .. we decided to have a closer look since we weren't going any further today. It was a good find. Up the track were, we both thought, the tallest trees we had ever seen ... their tops were hidden way up in the gathering mist. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ancient eucalyptus standing extremely tall on the mountain .. magnificent to see.</td></tr>
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As we drove back to the marina the weather continued to close in and by the time we made it back to the boat the heavens were ready to open in an all afternoon grey and blustery downpour.<br />
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About 6pm Peter and Sue on Celay finally came around the bend and joined Bogart and Southern Belle here in the marina. They left Sydney about a week after us and, after a wait for a good sailing weather window, they made great time to Hobart. Me, George and Ian were there at their berth to welcome them and help with their mooring lines. That's one of the absolute BEST experiences in this cruising thing! To arrive tired, with a feeling of happiness & relief at being almost at your destination, and see friends there waiting to help get you that final few feet into the berth and secured. Once all moored, with hugs and smiles and immediate stories all round the three of us went aboard for drinks and more tales of the crossing. After showers Peter & Sue came to our boat for a quick dinner before a well earned rest.<br />
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Today we did food shopping for Christmas Day and Boxing Day .. although none of us feels particularly in a Chrissy mood. We then went to a little restaurant deli in North Hobart with Peter, Sue and their son Robert and his girlfriend. Tonight, for a change, it will be just George and me .. a quick dinner and then off to bed with a good book!<br />
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Shine a Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08738856014527084797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689577327556355820.post-15009253002672701892014-12-21T22:57:00.003+11:002014-12-21T22:57:42.634+11:00Surprise reunions, Fresh fish, Canals and ... finally, Hobart!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the many sea side suburbs of Hobart from the water .. on the way up the Derwent River towards our marina.</td></tr>
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When I finished writing my last blog we were on our way to Maria Island to spend the night at Chinaman's Bay. Maria Island is large and a national park ... people go there on ferries from the little town of Triabunna to camp and mountain bike around the tracks and the few roads/paths. <br />
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The Bay we anchored in is along the eastern side of the island and approaching it for the first time we found it to be a huge curved expanse of white sand. The bay is shallow but it was possible for us to move close in and around the corner to a place called Encampment Cove. There were only 3 other boats in the Cove .. and since we're new here we certainly didn't expect to meet up with anyone we knew. But, as we were coming in and positioning ourselves to drop the anchor, a voice came on the radio calling, "Southern Belle, Southern Belle". Boy were we surprised. It turned out to be a friend we met on the Louisiades Rally .. Ken. He invited us over for a good catch up on his boat. We had a great time and he put us in touch with another couple from the Rally who live here in Tassie as well. George and Bruce enjoyed the fishing talk and got some pointers on catching Flathead around the bays here in Tasmania. Then as we were leaving he went to his freezer and gave us 24 fresh, cleaned Flathead fillets for our dinner. George was excited! Flathead is a terrific eating fish .. very mild and flaky. It was an excellent and completely unexpected evening!<br />
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It was getting late when we went back to our boat so we stuck the fish in the freezer and went to bed. The next day we planned to go through the Dennison Canal. We needed to get up at just after 0400 to make the tide and to travel the distance from our bay to the Marion Narrows. <br />
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The Narrows start out with a small passage which looks almost creek like and open out into a very shallow Bay .. then you twist and turn through the channel markers before arriving at the canal. Here's what it looked like in pictures....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Approaching the Marion Narrows .. from the port side it looks like the land comes out well into the opening.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And from the starboard side there is a sand bank. It was very calm for our entry.<br />
I wouldn't like to try this with wind driving waves up on the beach!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It takes about half an hour to go through the Narrows and then across Blackman Bay. When you're at the leads to the canal you call up the bridge keeper on Channel 16 - at this point he can't see you and you can't see the bridge ... and the canal looks like a narrow ditch. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We still had a bit of current against us as we entered the canal proper. For deeper keel boats like SB it is good to enter Marion Narrows and then the canal itself 1 hour after Hobart high tide. We seemed to have plenty of water under the boat<br />
in the shallowest part with almost (three quarters) a metre to spare. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And as we rounded the corner and started our approach to the swinging bridge over the canal the wind stopped and we had a smooth passage. Again, because the opening is so narrow, I wouldn't like to do this in any wind!</td></tr>
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From there we had an easy trip to Hobart .. we motored most of the way into head winds. One thing we're learning about Tasmania - the wind is off and then on and then crazy! We were sailing up the Derwent River - the river Hobart is situated on - and out of nowhere over 30 knots came in from over one of the mountains! We only had the head sail up but the boat leaned over like it had all the sails in position. And then it was gone. The wind down here is certainly unpredictable.<br />
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Going up the Derwent River we passed sailing ships and the Tasman Bridge....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of two replica ships we saw on the way into Hobart on the river.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tasman Bridge</td></tr>
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It was so good to finally be in a marina after 2 weeks living on the boat. Just the security of being tied up to a dock with electricity and water and showers is a luxury. <br />
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Shortly after we arrived Ian from "Bogart" came aboard to welcome us and we decided to cook our 24 fish fillets on his BBQ and have dinner on his boat. Good night, great food and great company ensued!<br />
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So today we enjoyed our first day at our destination port. The three of us started the day as usual when arriving after a long journey ... by cleaning! Laundry, scrubbing toilets, cleaning floors, filling water tanks, washing down the boat .. etc. etc. It took most of the morning and was finished nearly at noon. From there we went into Hobart's famous Salamanca area for a look around and lunch. I can't wait to spend more time there .. the art & craft stores, Tasmanian goodies and shops are waiting for some quality time. There is so much to see and do in Hobart alone, this is going to be a great vacation ... if the wind can be tamed!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down the "strip" of Salamanca in Hobart.</td></tr>
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