Way Up The Road To Wayatinah

What a lovely day we had recently as we traveled to Wayatinah which is now a bit of a ghost town after the Hydro Electric Commission finished the power station. It is now inhabited by a skeleton crew that keeps the power station ticking over.

On the way we traversed an area that was a centre of hop production in days gone by and the oast houses remain. The hop industry has had a resurgence of late, due to Tasmania having a spike in craft beer production.

It did make me giggle. This bridge crosses Lake Meadowbank.

In Wayatinah there was a pole with a box attached and I had to go for a closer look. It was this old fire alarm.

One of the residents of the town owned this lovely old car.

Considering that we were in highland country that we should see some very cute and curious highland cattle who came over for a pat.

The power station is at the bottom of this hill. Its the power without the glory.

A very obliging bird allowed me to photograph it. Usually, I don't bother with the small birds as they are too fast for me and I'm not known to have buckets of patience. Thanks Birdie!

Summer Fun in the Bruny Sun

Early January was a wonderful time for us. We had our grand children visiting so decided to take them on an adventure to the beautiful Bruny Island, home of writer Richard Flanagan, (Man Booker prize winner). http://www.brunyisland.org.au/

We catch the ferry from Kettering and 20 minutes later we are driving the roads of Bruny Island.

Heading down to South Bruny lighthouse.

The lighthouse keepers beach

Magnificent coastal views

Native Tasmanian flowers

Christmas Bells (Blandifolia punicea) is only grown in a few places in Tasmania.

One of the things that Bruny is known for its population of white wallabies that come out at dusk.

I enjoyed watching this dog chasing fish through the water.

Where the river meets the sea. Captain Cook filled his ship with water from Resolution creek in 1777. Captain Bligh (from Mutany on the Bounty fame) also came here.

Cloudy Bay

This is the isthmus that joins north and south Bruny. The locals call it the neck. On the left is the Tasman Sea and the quiet waters of Simpsons bay on the right.

For those wishing to make the best of the views, these stairs take you almost to heaven.

A Little Bit of Everything

Bellerive, Hobart, Tasmania

Taken on the Hobart Rivulet Walk

I daresay these structures are to stop the logs from washing down the rivulet in the winter, when this runs fast after a big rain. A bit further down, the rivulet runs under the city of Hobart through a series of tunnels which have been a haven for grafitti artists. One day, I will go down and see if I can photograph in the tunnels.

I had 8 chickens hatch out this year. This one is called a Lavender Araucana.

Native Tasmanian orchid.

Some bugs from my vegie garden.

A crucifix orchid that I grew.

O'Grady Falls

Lichen

Fern Spores

Tiny flowers on the Pipeline track

Fence out front of the old church at Ferntree.

Bugs from the Myrtle Forest.

Un-named trickle

Pelicans and geese at Granton

Granton

A little treasure from the Botanical Gardens