How beautiful it can be at dusk on the banks of the Huon river. We can walk out of our door and see vistas worthy of any international sojourn. This night I stood in our garden and snapped different scenes without moving more than 20 steps, how special is that.
I often park a LONG way from where I need to be when I go up to the city, within reason of course. Usually I have several things to do in Hobart on the one journey, so I park at the place I will end up with the heaviest load, and walk to all the other places if they are within approximately 3km of the car.
The walk from Hobart CBD to Battery Point can be taken several ways and I delight in taking a different approach each time, so I get to ‘discover’ a new street, lane-way, building or whatever. Almost always tho’ I try to include a stroll through St David’s Park, it has gorgeous statues, rotunda, lawns, shade trees and the very necessary clean comfort rooms. But back to my walks to Battery Point – I once came across Preacher’s Bar in the previously named Sailors Cottage so we went there yesterday to enjoy lunch. Great outdoor furniture – looked like wooden pallets sawn in half then rejoined at right angles to form hardy outdoor seats – add a few cushions and painted artwork – brilliant! And great retro vinyl discs to reminisce over in the dining rooms. Further into Battery Point I spied a wall plaque and given the nature of the area immediately assumed it was a previous cottage of reknown. Nup, was reliably informed upon close inspection that NOTHING important happened there, fantastic that someone would go to so much effort to place a quality sign telling me nothing happened. I love that. Having walked by Narryna Heritage Museum several times I took the opportunity to ask for an information guide so we can plan a visit on another day.
Finally at my destination – the Handweavers, Spinners and Dyers Guild of Tasmania yarn store – I made my purchase of dyes for a day of coloured mayhem at home.
We used to mess about in boats, a lot. (Brian used to mess about in boats for his job of work, an enjoyable workplace environment in the Pilbara of Western Australia.) But for leisure we also took to the water, the wonderful waters of the Dampier Archipelago – a group of about 40 islands in reasonably protected waters that abounded with corals and fish of all varieties. We have had sailor trailers, trimaran, speed boats and kayaks. We’ve nosed up to the bright white beachy sands of deserted islands, dived overboard and snorkelled with the wildlife, beach-combed then back on board for a sundowner, all in delightful tropical warm waters. One of life’s great joys is to fall asleep on a gently rocking, soundly moored boat, and wake to the sunrise glistening over water.
Since moving to Tasmania we have restricted ourselves to kayaks. And 30 acres of land and stock and gardens has kept us very busy so we haven’t investigated the waters of Tasmania. Occasionally I visit friends in Birches Bay, and the ocean view from their verandah tugs at my emotions. And now we have enjoyed the waters of the Huon channel on board The Verna. The sound of the water rushing past the bow, the sunlight sparkling off the water, the blue sky streaked with white clouds, the sight of wood and nautical stuff on board – is it a turning point? Boats for sale in the marina – has one got our name on it?
Enjoy the pics, I enjoyed snapping them!