Our location for our last night in Tasmania provided a further benefit as we drove the short distance, through a morning shower, to the ferry. We had to turn at a roundabout that put all the traffic coming out of Devonport to catch the Spirit on our left, giving us right of way. But loading was still a slow progress as the ship arrived late from Melbourne. I felt sorry for the yellow coated attendants as they stood around in the rain waiting for something to happen.
We had another good Bass
Strait crossing. The expected strong winds did not eventuate. There was a
slight swell running through the Strait but not enough wind to produce white
We had travelled south on Spirit of Tasmania One and returned on Spirit of Tasmania Two. They appear to be identical twins and very suited to their task. We had no complaints at all about either of them.
We had booked recliner
seats for the return, as a cabin was not needed for a day crossing. The
recliner seats are at the back of the vessel, facing towards the stern. There
are four rows and the seats have full height backs so unless you are in the
first row your view is of the back of the seat in front. So we spent much of
the day in the top deck lounge where the view of the water was good and we were
near food and coffee.
We reached Port Philip
Heads in daylight and came up the bay as the daylight faded. We docked in
darkness with the City of Melbourne a mass of lights ahead of us. Disembarking
was a slow process as Melbourne’s peak hour traffic made it difficult for
vehicles exiting the terminal to merge into the traffic flow.
But eventually we were moving and making our way through the near city streets to the Monash Freeway. Streets in the near city area have changed since we lived in Victoria and I was working in a near city location. Google maps didn’t have it quite right but we found our way to our hotel in Waverley, without too much drama.
Friends who we had
called on in Ballina on our way south were in Melbourne for a couple of weeks
and staying quite near to where we were. So we arranged to meet them at a
nearby shopping centre for morning coffee before we headed out to West
Gippsland to where we were spending a few days with my sister and her husband.
A visit to a supermarket indicated that the shelf stripping that we had seen in Launceston stores was more prevalent that we thought. We now know the full story, of course, but then we thought that the cause was the many Asian tourists with whom we had shared Tasmania.
On Wednesday, after doing
normal family catch ups, we joined our hosts and other family members in a day
out into the mountains that are part of the southern Victorian Alps and lie to
the north of the rolling hills of the agricultural country of West Gippsland.
Walhalla is a historic gold mining town about 90 km from Drouin. It takes about 90 minutes to drive there. It is a well preserved heritage town with a full sized rebuilt railway that operates on several days of the week. It is popular with all ages and well patronised, particularly at weekends and very popular for school excursions.
The original rail connection arrived in the mid 1920s, just as the gold started to be worked out and the town started its decline. In more recent years enthusiastic volunteers restored the line, rolling stock and infrastructure and volunteers continue to operate and maintain it.
The final few kilometres of the road to Walhalla runs beside the Thomson River before crossing it to then follow its tributary, Springers Creek, to the town. Thomson River Station is located where the road bridge crosses the Thomson. It is to Thomson River Station that the train runs.
The railway runs along Springers Creek opposite to the road and when fully operational turned downstream beside the river after Thompson River Station. The ride is about 20 minutes out to Thomson River Station which is equipped with refreshment rooms just like the old days. The coffee was dispensed by a machine on the press of a button, so was not of coffee shop quality, but it was coffee and it was past coffee time by then. As we refreshed ourselves the train moved up the track so that the engine could be manoeuvred back to the front of the carriages for the return journey.
Train ride over, we drove up into the town and followed the main street as it wended its curving way through the narrow valley. The commercial buildings stand beside the road and on the flat land beside the creek, but the rest of the housing steps up the steep hillsides. The accompanying photos tell more of the the story.
As you enter the town the mining area is on the left with convenient foot tracks and stairs leading to points of interest. We have looked at these before, when we were much younger. We had no difficulty in resisting the temptation to climb the steps that lead to the hillside path.
The best known of the
Walhalla gold mines is the Long Tunnel Extended Mine. Access to this mine has
been preserved making it suitable for public inspection. Tours are conducted on
a regular basis and have just recommenced following Covid-19 shut down. $20
will gain entry for adults or $15 if you rate as a senior.
From the train we had
seen a group of teen age school children camping beside Springers Creek. As we
came out of the pub after lunch we saw them again. They had made it back to
town and had climbed to the hillside track to take a closer look at the mines.
The only place
available for lunch was the Walhalla Lodge Hotel which is a fairly typical
country pub. The meals were generous in size and hit the spot after our train
On our way back to
Drouin we made a detour to look at a house that our niece (sister’s daughter)
and her family had just bought but had not yet moved into. Such are the interests
of family visits.
We were now down to
our last two days in Tasmania. We had allocated Thursday 28th to the
eastern side of the Tamar Valley and Friday 29th (Leap Year Day) to
the west side and to make our way to Devonport to catch the Spirit of Tasmania
back to Melbourne on Saturday 1st March.
So on Thursday morning we set off to visit the area to the north and north east of Launceston, starting by following the East Tamar Highway on the east side of the river, through Georgetown to Low Head, to see the historic maritime facilities at the mouth of the Tamar River.
The Low Head lighthouse looks over Bass Strait and the river mouth. The area near the river is dotted with white painted brick houses with red roofs, with more modern and larger houses on the higher ground. These white houses were the homes of the many people needed to run the labour intensive services required in the early days when ships plied the Tamar River right up to Launceston. The original signal station still operates as does the pilot service. Bass Strait looked calm with the icy wind coming from the south west, but the sun was shining so it was pleasant in shelter.
We returned to George Town, but history there is not recorded in the continuing use of old buildings. Driving through, it looked like most country towns. The town is built on an inlet from the river called Stone Quarry Bay.
When we drove around to the other side and looked across, older houses were visible that we could not see from the main street and we had a better view of the town centre. A substantial and modern resort, the York Cove Holiday Hotel, on the south bank of the inlet, didn’t look very busy but we did see a house maid trundling her trolley between buildings.
Bell Bay is only a short distance south of George Town. It is an
important industrial port with an aluminum refinery, a ferromanganese plant and
a port for handling cargo. It replaced the old docks in Launceston for handling
of freight for this part of Tasmania many years ago.
Upstream from the port a large white ship was at anchor. We took
it to be a cruise ship visiting Launceston at first but a closer look through
binoculars showed it to be passenger vessel named “The World” but
with no cruise line identification. A Google search informed that it is the
largest private yacht in the world. It is a floating block of apartments owned
by permanent residents and wealthy folk who take their holidays aboard and rent
their apartments when absent. It pulls up for several days at a time at various
ports. It cost $13.5 million to buy into the scheme initially, so it is not for
your every day battler.
We moved on towards Bridport via the north Tasmanian wine trail.
We saw hillsides covered in lush green vines but mostly producing cool climate
white wines. The heavier end of the red wine range seems scarce in Tasmania. Pinot
Noir is as serious as wine production gets. The weather is probably too cold.
If you are looking for a Cab Sav or a Shiraz don’t bother with Tasmania.
Pipers Brook is a well known brand of white wines. The winery is near to the road so we called in. The entrance driveway passes through a couple of kilometres of vineyards, making it a pleasant drive, but you do start to wonder when you will arrive. There is a cellar door and restaurant. We went in, but I don’t taste when driving and Ruth seldom does, so we had a look at some historical artefacts and then moved on. Winery restaurants are for more leisurely dining than we had in mind for that day.
Located quite near to Pipers Brook is Clover Hill Wines. They specialise in sparkling wines produced by traditional methods. The cellar door building was quite new, very modern and attractive in the vineyard setting.
A sign near the buildings advised that if you were to dig through the earth from that spot that you would come up near the champagne area of France. I had always heard that you would come up in China. But France does sound a better proposition right now.
Bridport commands views over Bass Strait and is a pleasant town and is the principle beach side town on the eastern part of the north coast. We found a pleasant cafe that commanded those same views over Bass Strait and with seafood chowder on the menu. Well, what else could we do but go in and order? Ruth settled for fish. Our tastes in food often differ.
About 20 km south brought us to Scottsdale, the last major town through which we passed coming over from the east coast a couple of days before. This time we took an alternative road to Launceston that avoided the worst of mountain range. Scottsdale is 62 km from Launceston via the Tasman Highway (over the mountains) and 68 km via Lillydale. It is a substantial town and has a Woolworth’s anchored shopping mall as well as the kind of businesses that support agricultural production.
The road through Lillydale brought us near to what is, I think, Australia’s largest lavender farm. Bridestowe Lavender Farm grows lavender which is converted to a wide range of products sold in the farm’s retail outlet.
Later we drove through Lillydale, a town that has attracted artists to take up residence. As a community project, locals have assisted a number of the now local artists to paint murals on the electric power poles. Consequently Lillydale is known as The Town of the Painted Poles. It is about 28 km from Launceston.
We checked the time and decided that we would try for seats on
the last Tamar River cruise for the day, if seats were available. We would have
made it except for Launceston’s peak hour. I didn’t know it had one but we were
held up for about 20 minutes as traffic made its way from north to south
through the city. We returned to our unit for another quiet night.
The following morning we packed and loaded the car. As I sat in the seat to drive I noticed a slip of paper under the wiper blade. When I retrieved it I found that it was a note from the old neighbours who we had met on Bruny Island. They had spent the previous night under the same roof as we had.
Before we set off to
explore the west side of the Tamar we gave the Cataract cruise another try. We
were successful and got tickets for the first cruise.
The opportunity to see Launceston and the Cataract Gorge from the water was better than the commentary from the expatriate Kiwi skipper, but he did add some interesting information. The day was sunny but with the same persistent cold wind that has apparently been blowing all summer. The see through blinds on the cruise boat were kept down.
There has been a great deal of development of the old Launceston river waterfront with extensive walking and bike ways that run between the river and modern unit developments. Open space has not been forgotten. The development has provided for public access to the river bank. The development includes new hotels like the Pepper’s hotel developed in a set of four grain silos over the North Esk River mouth, directly opposite the tour boat wharf.
It is at the wharf
area that the Tamar splits into its two major tributaries, the North Esk and
South Esk Rivers. The North Esk River
turns to the east before moving off in a south easterly direction. The South
Esk River flows from south of Launceston, through Cataract Gorge and joins the
Tamar opposite the ferry terminal. We had crossed both Esk rivers on our drive
two days earlier to the stately estate homes to the south of Launceston.
We disembarked and set
off on the day’s drive. Our first stop was the shopping village at the Aspect
Tamar Valley Resort at Grindelwald. There we found a neat little Swiss bakery
with good coffee and pastries as well as specialty shops, within a Swiss themed
Having returned to the
West Tamar Highway our next stop was Brady’s lookout, named after Tasmanian
bush ranger Matthew Brady. The lookout provides sweeping views of the Tamar,
particularly to the north towards the river mouth.
We headed then towards
Beaconsfield, of gold mine collapse fame, but first made a detour to see and
cross the Batman Bridge over the Tamar River. It is a single span “A” frame
bridge with the span supported by cables. It looks quite spectacular but is not
new. But new to us!
The mine collapse at Beaconsfield
killed one miner and buried two more for a couple of weeks. The widely
publicized event put the town on the map.
The residents have worked hard to keep it there. The mine was on our
itinerary but our interest was sharpened when we heard a couple of days before
that the mine had been sold to a mining company and there were plans to restart
There is real history in old buildings but the heritage centre built to commemorate the mine disaster is the focal point. There is a mining display in part of the original mine buildings but it costs $16 for an adult so you need time to get value. You can get the idea from outside and you can shop in the attached gift shop for souvenirs and the like.
A new brewery has been
built next door that has used the gold theme for a partial free ride. It is
called the Miners Gold Brewery.
Moving on, we drove directly to Greens Beach, a seaside town immediately opposite Low Head on the west side of the Tamar Mouth. If it has a commercial centre we didn’t find in but it does have many large homes overlooking Bass Strait and the river.
On the way back we
detoured to Beauty Point, a pleasant river side community where, among other
attractions, there is Seahorse World, an aquarium specialising, as you might
guess, in sea horses. On the same wharf structure you will find Platypus House
where you can see platypus and echidnas up close.
We stopped at the Jubilee Bakery for lunch as we passed back through Beaconsfield and discovered more history. The “Jubilee” part of the name was in honour of the 50th anniversary of the coronation of Queen Victoria. Irishman Paddy Manion opened the bakery in 1887. Some modernisation has since occurred but the original wood fired baking ovens remain in use. So my lunch time paste was cooked in the original wood fired oven, installed in 1887. The story goes that Paddy used to claim that his products were made with holy water because it came off the roof of the church next door.
We then drove south
over a collection of country roads to Deloraine before joining the Bass Highway
Deloraine, on the
Meander River, is another town of historic buildings. The town is close to the
mountain range known as The Great Western Tiers, named because of the way the
range steps down, with each successive mountain lower than the last, as it
progresses to the North West.
We spent the last night in Tasmania in a unit at the Postmasters Quarters, a modern development of historic buildings at East Devonport. This was another digital reception establishment with the access code texted to us, before our arrival. The interior decoration was a bit quirky but functional and comfortable. The location is within walking distance of the Spirit of Tasmania terminal. There is a pizza shop even closer.
Tasmania has been in the planning for some time. We made plans to visit, with the caravan, in 2018. We even booked the passage on the Spirit of Tasmania, but then cancelled in favour of repeating our 2009 trip around Australia. You may recall that we reached South Australia, but returned home at that point due to the poor health of my brother Winston. Win died a couple of months later, so we had certainly made the right decision.
So, with the
caravan and the Mitsubishi Challenger both sold, we set off on 29th
January in our new Mitsubishi Eclipse Cross. Motel and caravan park cabin
accommodation from how on.
An early start got us to Ballina at about 10.30 AM for morning coffee with our long time friends Joe and Thelma. For those who don’t know, Joe and Thelma have left Melbourne to continue their retirement at Ballina. These folks have been friends for almost all of our married life and all of theirs.
We had chosen
Port Macquarie as our overnight stop and happily pulled up at the Ramada Resort
at Flynn’s Beach after a drive of just less than 600 km.
Day two brought us from Port Macquarie to West Wallsend, a suburb of Newcastle. On the way we drove through some bush fire affected areas south of Taree. The Taree fires featured prominently in press coverage on the run up to Christmas.
We detoured for morning
coffee at my old home town of Bulahdelah at The Detour Cafe. The cafe looked
familiar. I asked the lady who made the coffee if it had always been a café.
She said that it had been for most of its existence. That is why it was
familiar. I used to call there for an
after school milk shake about 65 years ago.
We then called on my eldest brother Ivan and his wife Marjorie, who live just off the highway north of Newcastle, where we had lunch and generally caught up on family matters and doings.
Then off to West Wallsend
where we spent the night with Ruth’s eldest sister Judy and her husband Alan.
Another session of catching up on family matters and news of mutual
acquaintances and travels completed and planned.
The run to Sydney along the Pacific Motorway was easy with no congestion. We pulled off the highway at the exit on the north bank of the Hawksbury River and drove over the old bridge to reach Brooklyn. We like Brooklyn and have frequently stopped there over the years. Many years ago we hired a boat there and spent a great week on the river and Broken Bay. That was back in family holiday days.
Day three brought us to daughter Briony’s unit in Erskineville, a near Sydney city suburb. February 3rd is Briony’s birthday. Our activities included hiding in a shopping mall and the car to avoid high 30s temperatures on Saturday and her personally organised birthday, with friends in a private room at the cafe at her complex, on the following, cooler day.
On Monday, her
birthday, we enjoyed a delightful birthday lunch for just the three of us at
Aqua Dining. This restaurant, with excellent outdoor seating, is near the front
gate of Lunar Park and overlooks the North Sydney Olympic Pool. It is in part
of the buildings that adjoin the pool. So we had a great view of a local
school’s swimming carnival. Of course we also had views of the Sydney Harbour
Bridge, the cruise liner terminal, the Sydney Opera House and a broad sweep of
the harbour, both east and west of the city
On 4th February, with family commitments finalised, it was time to deal with the main objective of the trip, Tasmania. We set off at about eight, pausing “where the dog sits on the tucker box 5 miles from Gundagai” and stopping for lunch in Gundagai before reaching our Albury motel late in the afternoon. Another 544 km completed.
We only had a short drive to Port Melbourne to the Spirit of Tasmania terminal (334 km), so detoured into Glenrowan, of Ned Kelly fame, and spent the remainder of time until boarding having lunch and shopping. We drove aboard at about 5.30 PM and sailed for Devonport just after seven o’clock.
ensured that we sailed through Port Philip Heads in daylight. We had a smooth
crossing, arriving at East Devonport at about 6.00 AM on Thursday 6th.
Our cabin was comfortable, catering in the dining areas, although we only ate casually, was adequate and in all a pleasant experience. We were in the car ready to go by before 7.00 AM, drove off without incident and headed around to Devonport proper (on the opposite side of the river) looking for breakfast.