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This is my story from the time when Capt'n John and I first decided to sail around the big block, to circumnavigate this great land of ours, AUSTRALIA.

Saturday, 25 January 2014

Tis the Season in Tasmania

Tis the Season in Tasmania - December 2013
Morning on the marina
The life is slow and the days are cold in my new home at the Tamar Marina at Beauty Point.

Beauty Point is a small town on the Tamar River that is the home to the Tamar Yacht Club Marina, a major yachting hub, and two major tourist attractions, Sea Horse World and Platypus House. As much as I would love to see these wonderful creatures in the wild, I don’t think I will. To visit Sea Horse World and Platypus House gave me a unique chance to see these creatures in the flesh.

Western Australian Seahorse

Weedy Seadragon

Beaconsfield is my nearest town for supplies and fuel.
The Beaconsfield area was first settled in 1804. By the 1870s the town was a major producer of gold, the old Grubb Mine. The active mine finally closed its door in early 2012.
The remnant building of the old Grubb Mine
and the newer mine shaft
are now part of the famous Beaconsfield Mining Museum.
I visited the Beaconsfield Mine Museum. This was well worth the visit, lots of great information on mining and great interactive displays. Also there were some wonderful exhibits on early Australiana.
In April 2006 at Beaconsfield, Tasmania, a mine accident killed one man and trapped two more underground for days.  Five days later their colleagues found a way to get the two miners out safely. The miners were trapped over half a mile, almost a kilometre underground (925 metres). It was two weeks (or 321 hours) after the mine collapse that the two miners walked free and put their name tags onto “safe”. The mine disaster is handled with great sensitivity and this gives a good idea of this little town and the banding together of the community around this event. The day the two miners were rescued was the funeral of their colleague who had not survived the initial rock fall.
Beaconsfield mine disaster knitted scarves display
Later in the year, a ‘close-knit community knitting’ project began to knit a scarf 925m long. People were invited to contribute small sections to the huge scarf. All the pieces were joined together to make this scarf which would symbolise the careful work of the many people involved in the rescue. There were knitting days in the local town of Beaconsfield and contributions from farther afield (Tasmania, other Australian states, overseas). On the first anniversary of the accident, the “Close-Knit Community Scarf” was unveiled by local schoolchildren as part of the ceremony.
It is astonishing how many ways the work of our hands can serve to unite, to remember, to draw us together as human beings and people and communities. This is just one. The many AIDS quilt projects around the world are another.  The list of the various possible activities is long and wonderful and humbling and grand, often beginning as the “what-if?” thought of one or a few people. The value and rewards can be as much if not more in the doing, the process as in the finished product. It is all about patience and commitment, not just skill. 
In the main street you can still see a few of the old buildings.
In 1884 the Beaconsfield Bank robbery took place. The bank manager was waylaid and robbed of the keys to the safe. After robbing the bank, the robber re-locked the safe and threw away the keys. Francis Jackson, a locksmith from Launceston went to Beaconsfield to open the safe. The staff at the bank told him that it was no use trying to open it as the lock was un-pickable. Francis Jackson inspected the safe and requested staff to retire for a few minutes. Shortly afterwards he called them back and swung open the safe door, proving that he had picked the "un-pickable" lock.
This is the original Beaconsfield Branch of the Bank of Tasmania, where the gold was kept usually safe.
Now a quaint little shop.
The Victorian era Exchange Hotel, on the main street, was the scene of many colourful historic incidents
in the roaring days of Beaconsfield.
 MrJ and I made many trips into Launceston; on one of our trips we stopped in at the Cataract Gorge, which is on the NW edge of Launceston City at the beginning of the West Tamar Road and is a highlight of the City. The gorge begins at King's Bridge and continues for many kilometres to Trevallyn Dam. Most people do the short walk from King's Bridge to First Basin, where there is a lovely old kiosk and restaurant. MrJ and I drove into the car park at the top and walked down. A chair lift can take you across First Basin; I preferred the walk across the swing bridge.
Cataract Gorge can be an awesome sight. This is a shot of the First Basin from a higher lookout.
This is the view into the cauldron of
Cataract Gorge from the swing bridge.
MrJ on the swing bridge
me on the swing bridge

marina storm
marina sunset

And then there was some of the boring but essential work on the boat.....................

Enough about work..............................

Let's have a look at all the interesting stuff.....................................................
it was time to stop and small the flowers
a visit out to the Low Head Lighthouse
a stroll around historic George Town
my photo made the cover of the Christmas edition
green scenes everywhere
old towns and logging trucks
a drive to Bridport
old wooden boats and jetties
a drive through the vineyards 
getting ready for Christmas
diners with friends
visiting friends
everyone is in the spirit
rural fields for miles
Turner's Beach
Christmas parades 
a drive to Deloraine
more wooden boats
a drink at the local - Rosevear
a drive along the Tamar River
a sign of the times - a closed paper mill
Dorothy in the morning
Dorothy and the boatshed
fogged in
winter in the middle of summer
the yacht racing - leaving the Tamar
waiting on the Derwent for the Sydney to Hobart yachts to come in
the finish line - female skipper of the Switzerland clipper round the world yacht
road trip to the Huon Valley
trip through the midlands - Richmond Bridge
one in a million - the poppy fields
and vintage stores
back on the Tamar River
quick..............look..................!!!  a summer sunrise
a drive across the river
a visit to Cradle Mountain
a peaceful place tis Lemonthyme Lodge
rainforest walks
on the drive back to the boat we came upon some great letter boxes near Wilmot
Glen and Anne

say goodbye to great friends
Nigel, Vickie, Anne, Glen with me and  MrJ

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