Rain, Rain, Go Away, Come Again…

The forecast rain turned up early this morning and continued steadily throughout the day. No getting away from this precipitation – we’ve had at least 20mm and it still hasn’t let up. Unfortunately, because of the angle we’re parked on, there is a slight leak in the range hood and from the exhaust fan in the shower. I might try some on the road repairs tomorrow night just in case it rains again this trip.

I’m really pleased with the modifications I made to the Solar and Battery system. We’ve been sitting here for two days and even in these overcast conditions we have full batteries and freezing fridges. This is our fourth night out without power and we could continue at this rate indefinitely (mind you I think we may be due for a shower, only long drops here)

Another Day In Paradise

Excitement plus last night. We had a Tasmanian Devil come in to the camp and devour food that our next door neighbours had left out to attract him. Quite unconcerned with our presence and happily continued feeding even with all these people and their cameras clicking away, illuminated by our torch light.

Moonlight over the bay

Today was our first full day of sitting and relaxing- Bob and Jenny fishing, while Deb and I continued our reading. I finished my book (Archie Roach’s biography) before heading down to the beach to see how the fishermen were going. Jenny caught another small flathead so its frozen salmon for tea tonight.

Recherche Bay, Cockle Creek, Tasmania

The weather forecast is predicting rain for tomorrow so we figure we will stay here until the rain passes by. No use travelling in the rain we can’t really stop and look at anything

Cockle Creek

We awoke this morning to much calmer conditions. Still cool but the wind was basically gone. After breakfast Bob and Jenny went for another fish from the Huon Yacht Club Jetty, while I caught up on the news and my housework. Deb relaxed with a book so it was a pretty laid back affair this morning.

The sun breaking through on a new day in Paradise

The fishermen had some success, bringing back a Black Bream and a solitary oyster. We were able to fill up with fresh water at the free camp before we headed off, stopping at Geeveston to check out the Information Centre then had lunch in the park. From there we pushed south to Cockle Creek NP Campinground. We are intending to stay at least a couple of nights so Jenny and Bob can get some fishing in. Meanwhile Debbie and I will struggle making do with the view

The view from our campsite

Last Of Hobart

We left the Showgrounds around nine to visit Jack and Jenny Smith (Jenny’s cousins) right in Hobart. We called in at their unit before Jenny guided us around to the Nursing Home where Jack now resides. Beautiful home situated in glorious established gardens. We had a great visit, Jack was having a good day. We had coffee and cake in the little cafe run by volunteers.

Jack enjoying the attention of the ladies.

We left there at around eleven and caught up with Bob and Debbie at Kingston where we had lunch before taking a meandering trip along the coast past Margate down to Franklin before setting up camp at Shipwrights Point Foreshore camping area at Port Huon. The fishermen took the opportunity to throw in a hook despite the strong winds and mists on the surrounding hills. Jenny caught a little flathead but it was crying for its mother so she had to return it to the sea. No other bites other than the biting wind after dinner. We gave up and retired to our motorhomes after a medicinal Old Tawny.

Hobart and Surrounds

The ladies went to the bric-a-brac market here at the Showgrounds before we caught the bus into the city again. We walked around the waterfront for an hour before rejoining the red Double Decker Hop On Hop Off tour of the city. This time we did the complete loop taking in all the sights of the city from the open top-deck.

A Tall Ship moored at the Hobart Waterfront

After a brief coffee stop in the city we headed out to the Cascade Brewery on the Big Red Bus where we disembarked to have lunch at the Brewery’s Visitor Centre (that is the bar and cafe). Very nice meal – Beef and Stout Pie on mash with minty mushy peas, followed by French chocolate crepes with cream and ice cream. No dinner tonight. After lunch we went for a stroll in the Brewery’s gardens before returning to the city and catching a bus back out to the Showgrounds.

Jazz afternoon at the Cascade Brewery

Salamanca Market and Mt. Wellington

Still windy this morning but as we are staying at the Showgrounds we were able to catch the bus into the city rather than take the vehicles. A very kind Taswegian lady guided us through the CBD to the market, pointing out the important landmarks we needed to know along the way. We hit the markets with high expectations but didn’t realise how busy it would be. The Arcadia Cruise Liner was in town so that helped swamp the place. We spent a couple of hours there before boarding the Big Red Bus Hop On Hop Off city tour.

Somebody I know on top of Mount Wellington

We disembarked at the Tourist Information Centre, then had fish and chips at Station Pier before boarding a Mt Wellington Tour bus. Very informative and a perfect day to visit the summit of Mount Wellington. Sunny with a relatively gentle breeze we spent almost an hour at the summit before heading down to “The Springs” where we enjoyed a hot cup party and a bite to eat.

A view of Hobart from atop Mount Wellington

Oops That Was Close

We left Strahan early this morning (well around 8a.m.) and headed off toward Queenstown. The weather was still overcast with misty rain so we were a bit tired of the West Coast with its miserable weather. We were making tracks to Hobart today, with the aim of finding warmer weather and to carry out some minor repairs to Turtle. The weather was still dreary at Queenstown which accentuated the bare hills and the general gloom of that town. The climb out of Queenstown toward the inland was rather steep and we laboured up the misty hills hoping for better weather.

Jenny cuddling up to her ancestor Grace Nicholas at Ouse

We stopped at Derwent Bridge for morning tea before heading on to Ouse for lunch at Grace Nicholas Park (one of Jenny’s ancestors). We then headed off toward Hobart only for me to realise that I had left my camera sitting on the table in the rotunda. It was a nervous 20 kilometre trek back to the park. When we arrived no camera on the table but then a grey haired Victorian gentleman came up and asked what I was looking for – he had put it in his vehicle to take to a local police station. Goes to show we Victorians are a reliable bunch! I shall sleep easily tonight, thanking my lucky stars.

Onto Zeehan and Strahan

Ooh it was cold last night, we awoke to 4º temperatures, misty rain and strong winds. We headed to Cradle Mountain but it soon became clear that we wouldn’t be able to do much sightseeing there today so we decided to continue on to Zeehan. We stopped at Tullah for morning tea at the local historical railway siding. Unfortunately the train only runs on the weekend.

This locomotive is not leaving Tullah

From Tullah we continued down to Zeehan. A miserable, cold, wet and windy day. The Main Street looked appealing but it was cold and blustery so we decided to have lunch in the park before continuing down to Strahan to stay a night in one of the Caravan Parks. We will have a look around Strahan and surrounds tomorrow before heading off to Queenstown

Back to Devonport for Crucial Repairs

It poured rain almost all night so breakfast was cooked indoors this morning. We made the decision to drive back to Devonport to get Jenny’s phone fixed. It was a two hour drive in relatively good conditions and we waited around in Devonport doing some shopping until the MacShop rang to say the phone had been repaired (all under warranty). The battery had failed and caused some damage to the screen so both the battery and the screen were replaced and she was back in action. Phew, that now means I can have my phone back so now neither of us is suffering from withdrawals.

Old Stockyards, Middlesex, Tasmania

From Devonport we decided to travel down to Cradle Mountain but the weather closed in with strong winds and rain so we ended up searching for a campsite along the road south west toward the mountain. We managed to secure a spot next to an old abandoned set of cattle yards formed out of large fallen trees arranged as fences. Plenty of animal tracks around so I’m hoping we will be visited by a Tassie Devil tonight!

Cruising the Arthur River

The cruise aboard the Red Boat was excellent. We left at around 9 a.m. and returned around 3.15 p.m. The trip included morning tea and a barbecue lunch. Their claim to fame is that the Arthur River is the last wild river in Australia – it hasn’t been logged, dammed or mined so its pretty much in pristine condition. The guide was very informative and easy to listen to

The Arthur River, West Coast Tasmania

When we returned we went out to Land’s End for the mandatory tourist shot before heading deep into the Tarkine Forest before setting up camp at Julius River Campground.

Looking North back along the coast from Land’s End