Bay of Fires, Binalong Bay

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Two months on the road…..

Well here we are two months into our neverending journey and time to reflect on how it is going, how we are going. 

Distance wise check out the maps below to get an idea of the route we have travelled. 

We are loving every minute of every day. After a few hiccups with Alby (4WD) all is now running very smoothly. Downsizing from a 4 bedroom house to a caravan (Saffy) has been much easier than either one of us anticipated. It is all about zones and which zone is in use at any time. During the day the bed becomes a storage area and overnight the dining table/seats are the storage area. The kitchen counter becomes the office in between meal times. The shower even acts as a storeroom when we are at caravan parks and using the amenities. Saffy is warm, dry, cosy and our home on wheels and we love her. And yes, we still love each other. More importantly we still like each other!! Laughter is the best medicine and we laugh all day, every day. Of course there are moments of irritation and misunderstandings but we quickly work through those and move on. So all in all this has been the best decision for us and we love our home on wheels. 

A cold misty visit to the summit of Mt Wellington

We decided that instead of going on a bus tour up to Mt Wellington, we would drive up ourselves.  On the chosen day there was some mist and cloud covering the summit but we thought we would take some lunch and eat it whilst waiting for it to clear away.  The summit is 1270 metres above sea level and the road is very steep and winding.  You are rewarded with magnificent views all the way up and there are various areas to pull over and take photos. Below are views from half way up and are of the Tasman Bridge, River Derwent, Hobart CBD and the Wrest Point Casino complex.

As we got closer and closer to the summit our ears were popping and the temperature was cooler.  We reached the actual summit and it was still covered in thick cloud. When we got out of the car, we could hardly see each other and it was bitterly cold. Fortunately we had our winter gear in the car and rugged up quickly. It was very strange watching the cloud/mist roll in quickly and cover everything thickly but a few minutes later it would lift slightly and you could see things more clearly.  Just as you were looking through the viewfinder to take a photo, all would be gone again!  We wandered around as best we could and went into the viewing platform to read about the history of the mountain.  It is officially known as kunanyi/Mt Wellington in honour of the indigenous peoples of Tasmania.  One of many people to climb it was Charles Darwin in 1836 and you can read about that in his book The Voyage of the Beagle. Sadly the cloud/mist never did lift during the couple of hours we spent there but it was spectacular none the less and we got some interesting photos.

Crow attacks possum!

We had driven into Hobart to attend the Tasmanian Botanical Gardens. As we drove into the grounds we missed the actual entrance but saw a sign to a scenic lookout. We decided to drive up and see what the views of Hobart were like . We got to the top and it was spectacular. When we got our of the car we could hear a crow squawking really loudly.  Ray went over to investigate and suddenly called out to me….”there’s a koala in the tree!” I ran over and could see some sort of animal in the top of the tree being attacked by the crow. We then realised it was a possum. Watch this clip from the video and be amazed. The full video will be on our YouTube channel soon.

Tunbridge, Interlaken and Bothwell


Welcome to Tunbridge……..umm…..I thought we were in Tasmania, not the UK!  Ray has regularly commented on the number of place names in Australia that are found in the UK. Well here was another one and it was significant to us as Becky, Ben and our grandchildren live in Royal Tunbridge Wells, Kent, UK. We had to go and visit this town and find out it’s history.

By 1830 the tiny settlement of Tunbridge had been named. The name was taken from a local pub, the Tunbridge Wells, which in turn had taken its name from the famous English spa town of Tunbridge Wells.

The Tasmanian Tunbridge was an important staging post on the road from Hobart to Launceston. Today, because it was bypassed in the 1960s, it is a tiny, sleepy little village with a number of interesting historic buildings. Most notable is the town’s convict-era bridge which, built in 1848, is the oldest single span bridge in the country. It spans the Blackman River at the northern end of the town. A simple structure it is important as a rare example of a convict-era sandstone bridge with timber decking. The bridge achieved notoriety as it was a place where Thomas Meagher, a “Young Ireland” rebel, held secret meetings with his co-conspirators.


After spending time exploring Tunbridge, we were heading off to the historic town of Bothwell. As we were heading down the Midlands Highway, we saw a road off to our right which indicated it was another route to Bothwell. It would take an extra hour but we had all the time in the world, so decided to head along this route.  Well, what an interesting, slightly nerve-racking but stunningly beautiful route it was. The road very quickly went from bitumen to gravel, from wide to narrow, from flat to very steep and winding. We kept going higher and higher and our ears were popping constantly. At one stage we had to pull over to the edge to let a grader coming the other way, get past us.  As we looked behind the view was stunning – a panorama that stretched for miles and took in both water and undulating hills. We finally came to a straight stretch of road that went on for another 10 kilometres and to a place called Interlaken – on one side of the road was Lake Crescent and on the other was Lake Sorell  – beautiful beyond words, so we will let our photo’s try to convey the beauty we saw.


We finally made it to Bothwell and that journey was full of excitement too as we saw our first live Wombat and he was just sooooo cute – check out his pics below.  Bothwell is a really interesting town and we had fun exploring.  Where Tunbridge had links to England, Bothwell has links to Scotland. It is named after a town in South Lanarkshire, Scotland which lies to the east of Glasgow. All of the town’s street signs have a tartan background.

One of Bothwell’s claims to fame is, Ratho, the oldest golf course in Australia and the oldest known course outside of Scotland. The house on Ratho estate was built for one Alexander Reid who had emigrated with his family from Scotland in 1822. Our scottish brother-in-law, Jock, is a Reid and we wonder if there is a family connection!  We visited the local cemetery and saw the very ornate headstone for Alexander and other family members.

We enjoyed a cuppa and cake at the 1829 Castle Hotel.  We found out from the barmaid that although we thought the wombat was cute and cuddly, locals saw them as a pest and also a nuisance on the roads. They caused more problems than kangaroos when hit by a car as their solid, low to the ground, body caused smaller cars to flip over.

Hobart and the Salamanca Markets

We are staying at the Hobart Showgrounds Motorhome Park and although very different to the Port Arthur forest location, it is fantastic.  We have access to brand new ablutions as well as power, water and sullage for the van.  We are a 5 minute walk to the bus that takes us straight into Hobart CBD and a 6 minute walk takes us into the heart of Glenorchy shopping centre. Mount Wellington towers in the background and is an ever changing view.  It is 1270 metres above sea level. We recently drove to the top of Mount Lofty in Adelaide and thought that was incredibly high but in fact, it is only 727 metres above sea level.

We caught the bus into Hobart and attended the famous Salamanca Markets – over 300 stallholders sell fresh and gourmet produce, arts, crafts and handiwork from all over Tasmania, interstate and overseas. We tasted some yummy cheeses, sticky honey, not so nice peanut paste and some incredibly tasty home made local jams.  Brother Wayne and brother-in-law Jock would have loved the variety of wooden items on display and been fascinated by the variety of Tassie wood.  We resisted from buying much as the van doesn’t have expandable walls!  Afterwards we had lunch at a cafe on the harbour and enjoyed the views over the water and all the activity that was taking place.We saw the MONA Roma catamaran that takes you down to the MONA (Museum of Old and New Art), a ferry that takes you on a lunch cruise around Hobart, as well as some very loud and pesky seagulls!