Leaving the Tamar
Friday 24th Jan 2014; Alana Rose is
sitting alongside the wall in the Stanley Boat Harbour. We broke away from the
marina’s hold three days ago and are now on the run once more.
Tuesday 21st Jan 2014; MrJ and I had chosen to
take a run up the river, the Tamar River, before heading out to sea. The
currents in the river are very strong and will take you away when trying to go
against then.
wooden boats moored |
We anchored in what is called Devil’s Elbow a side gullet up
near the Batman Bridge. This section of the river is narrow, deep and features
very strong currents and tidal flow which we did not want to be caught in. As
it was, in Devil’s Elbow there were many moored boats that had taken the best
spot and we found ourselves somewhat in the middle of the gullet and in direct
line for the wind to bullet through a saddle in the hills. The wind backed off
after nightfall leaving MrJ and I to get a good night’s sleep, well sort of; in
between anchor checks.
the Tamar Valley is famous for it's vineyards |
sailing under the Batman Bridge |
Batman Bridge Connects the West Tamar Highway to the East
Tamar Highway over the Tamar River. It was built from 1966 to 1968. It was the
first Cable-stayed bridge in Australia. The main span is 206 metres (675.8 ft)
long, suspended from a 91 metre (298.5 ft) high sloped A-frame tower. The deck
is 10.3 metres (33.8 ft) wide. Many protesters have climbed this bridge for
different reasons over the years the last being in 2007 for “We don’t want the
proposed pulp mill that is headed this way further down the river causing who
knows what to our wonderful clean green environment”. While in 2011, over 1500
people filed across the Batman Bridge in yet another protest. The Pulp Mill is
an ongoing controversy even today. http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/20911460/pulp-mill-bill-extends-time-for-potential-buyers-to-build-tamar-valley-project/
The Batman Bridge |
Wednesday 22nd
Jan 2014 at 6000hs we pulled up the anchor form the wonderful mud bottom and
headed out of the river. We pass the beautiful rolling hills with rural
setting, the small hamlets along the shore and the last of the pulp milling on the eastern shore.
We also pass a salmon farm.
Tasmania's northern most salmon farm, Van Diemen Aquaculture
is situated at Rowella on the Tamar River. It is the only Tasmanian salmon farm
utilising Norwegian styled system farm technology. Van Diemen Aquaculture
produces over 2000 tonnes of quality Atlantic salmon each year in a lease area
just over 6 hectares. Van Diemen Aquaculture use state of art automated feeding
systems and internationally recognised humane harvesting systems. The fast
flowing waters of the Tamar produce firm, toned fish ideal for sashimi but also
perfect as fillets on the barbecue or whole salmon seasoned and in the oven.
The fish farm claims to be one of the only farms in the world to be antibiotic
and anti-foulant free and the only company in the world that use 100 per cent
brass nets.
Low Head Lighthouse |
turbulant waters |
As we move down towards the heads, the river opens up and
has some shallower sand flats which we have to navigate. The tide was going out
making our passage quite good. As we
pass by the lighthouse at Low Head the outgoing tide hits the incoming swell
from the sea causing a great turbulence in the water.
This was short lived and
we were soon on our way west along the coast to do the next 20n/m into
Devonport. The shoreline was once more spread with a rural outlook; of what
looked like manicured paddocks with dots of white building in between.
MrJ and
I had put both sail up for most of the way; we than furled the genoa about two
thirds of the way due to the shift and drop in wind. The main was pulled in at
the mouth of the Mersey River just before entering. As we came closer to the
entrance to Devonport and the Mersey River I could see the town building along
the shore with the rolling hills behind and the mountains in the background.
What a beautiful sight to see from the sea!
AR motored up the Mersey River. I could see the Spirit of
Tasmania ferry at the wharf along with two other commercial ships that were
docked. The ferries have been used for regular transport across Bass Strait
between Tasmania and
Victoria. The shipping company’s twin ships depart from both ports at 7.30pm
and arrive the following morning at 6.00am. During peak season (around Jan, Fed
& March), they also operate day sailings departing from each port at 9.00am
and arriving the same day at 6.00pm.
Our destination was the Mersey River Yacht Club; we had
lined it up with the Commodore, to be able to tie up on their jetty for the
night and as Murphy’s Law will always have it, there was another boat on the
jetty. MrJ brought AR alongside the pontoon on the end of the boat ramp jetty
till we could sus the situation out. At the very same time our friends from
Devonport, Cabba and Anne had arrive to greet us in. With the help of Steve off
Rhapsody (the boat on the jetty) MrJ managed to backed AR onto the YC and then
we were able to greet our old fried while making new friend on Rhapsody (Steve
and Karen).
Mersey River Yacht Club - Investigations revealed that
the first regatta held at Sayer's Point, where the original Club House stood
was in 1877. It was not certain whether a club-house was actually built at that
time, but it is certain regattas and other yachting events were held then. A
Yacht or Aquatic Club was inaugurated in September, 1893. The inaugural meeting
of the Mersey Yacht Club, as we know it today, was held at Curwen's Salon in
Rooke Street, Devonport on 12th November 1923 and the first open day was held
that December. Our mate Nigel, crew on Banyandah, the boat that we had sailed
part of the west coast of OZ with and cut across Bass Strait with; his dad,
Morrie Cropp was the Commodore of the Mersey River YC in 1972.
That afternoon we were whipped away by Cabba and Anne to
spend a lovely time on their back veranda after the pleasure of a hot shower
and I was able to do some washing. Good to have great friends!
Devonport's night skyline reflecting on the Mersey River |
That evening it was to be with more friends (the Banyandah
mob – Glen, Anne and Nigel) again; dinning at the nearby Argosy Motor Inn
Bistro (nice meals and friendly service). The friendship that sprouted on the faraway
wild western coast had grown and ripened into a closeness that felt like
family. I hope this will not be the last that we will see of the Banyandah mob.