In case you were wondering, I have been away! Hence the lack of posting, which I shall attempt to make up for this week!
For the last 10 days, I've been in Tasmania. Same country, different island, a whole world away (in some respects anyway). My mum has some dear friends down there and I somehow promised I'd take her to visit them this year, for her birthday (since she had a special 'ends in zero' birthday this year).
For the last 10 days, I've been in Tasmania. Same country, different island, a whole world away (in some respects anyway). My mum has some dear friends down there and I somehow promised I'd take her to visit them this year, for her birthday (since she had a special 'ends in zero' birthday this year).
They live on a small dairy farm just outside Richmond, which is in the south of Tasmania, about half an hour from the capital, Hobart. Richmond is famous for its Georgian buildings:
(this was originally the Post Office, I believe. Now it is an upmarket furniture and homewares store).
Secondly, the model of Hobart from about the 1820s or '30s. Quite expensive to get into, but pretty neat to visit. Slightly crafty in nature now (it is showing its age a bit) but shows a nice sense of humour and/or realism in what some of the characters who people Little Hobart Town are doing (normal sized people in the background for scale!).
On the right you can see some convicts escaping over the wall of the Gaol. What you can't see, until you round the corner, is the soldier waiting in the trees over to the side to capture them! Also in the scene on the left above is a convict being lashed and one on the gallows. Pretty grim is some of our history.
And finally, Richmond Bridge. Built 1823 by convict labour, the oldest bridge in Australia still in use. I know 1823 isn't old compared to European, South American or Asian, recorded history in particular, but for a young (in Whitefella terms) country, it's almost as old as you can get.
Looking at these sandstone stairs at the side of the bridge, you can see the wear on them from thousands of feet over the past almost 200 years and I always wonder at the thoughts of the owners of the feet as they climbed them.
Tasmania really turned on the crisp autumn weather for us. More during this week about my adventures! Including cute animals! And yarn! And bloggers!





