What Tickled My Fancy In The Huon Valley

This journey to the Huon Valley was much more enjoyable than I imagined it would be because of the autumn colour which abounded everywhere. It was a treat for this old snapper. In the picture above, I was attracted to the contrast of the green, heavily manicured conifers and the wild form of the trees surrounding them.

Old sheds always are an attraction for me and this valley had oodles of them.

The Huon River at Franklin is the centre for wooden boats. There is a wooden boat school where students from all over the world come to learn old skills. 

Outside the wooden boat school.

A beautiful and very tame swan. In fact there were a pair.

The tall ship Yukon has now made Franklin home and takes people out on sailing jaunts on the weekend.

This curious bird caught my eye on the deck of the Yukon.

The reflections were just magic.

On the wall of the Wooden Boat Preservation Trust was a bunch of oars.

The lines of this old dinghy were very attractive.

The wild ducks enjoy the river as well.

Contrasts

The bearded wonder in the porthole of an old boat.

An interesting addition to an old building which made me wonder, where was the water?  Nice mural though.

Beautifully preserved cottages shows the pride that people take in there homes here.

This area was well known as the largest exporter of apples to the rest of the world in the 60's but those days have gone and although there are a few orchards remaining, its nothing compared to the valley's rich former glory.

Another example of a very inviting entrance.

Speaking of inviting entrances, this driveway made me really want to go through the gates to see what was there.

Moving onto Port Huon (where the big ships came back in the day and carted the apples off to the world), this interesting houseboat caught me eye.

Not a duck this time but a goose.

More beautiful reflections.

The river's edge

 

We went exploring a couple of miles inland from the river and discovered a rainforest.

There he is again, I'm sure he's following me.

When I stopped to take the picture, the lady whose garden it was in was tickled pink that I adored her tree.

Another treasure.

A home built to look like an oast house.

An old apple picker's hut.

Dawdling Along The Docks

Last Saturday, we decided to attend a photographic exhibition on the Hobart Docks and after that we got Django out of the car and took him for a walk. This is a boat called the Rhona H.

The Windward Bound

We wandered Victoria Dock and checked out the fishing boats.

This is to discourage the seagulls from making a mess on the boats.

You can't go anywhere in Hobart in Autumn without finding leaves everywhere.

Dawdling Through The Derwent Valley

I was surprised to see this lot all sitting in a line.

A beautiful accommodation place. Not at all like Fawlty Towers.

This part of an old phone box.

The old nurses quarters at Willow Court. Its now packed with antique and craft shops.

This sign was on the quilters store.

Have I ever mentioned that I love ducks.

Magic reflections at Tynwald Park.

Dramatic cliffs on the opposite shore of the Derwent River.

A swan or two.

One of the Oast houses.

The hopfields of Bushy Park.

Another Oast house. Unfortunately a derelict one.

I like to be lead up the country paths

Banksia flower.

Wander in South Hobart

The major landmark in South Hobart is Mt Wellington and at the foot of the mountain is the Cascade brewery where the use the pristine mountain waters to make the beer. Its a grand building and across the road is what is called Cascade gardens and this is where we began our short sojourn last Wednesday.

Autumn in the gardens is lovely, displaying colour at ground level are these cyclamens

The maple leaves are turning

Some trees just glowed.

Mahonia Japonica

The last rose before winter.

The Japanese windflowers make me always photograph their undersides as that's where the interest is for me.

Part of a wheel of an old cart.

The spire on the brewery building.

When we left the gardens we wandered along a lovely path by the Hobart Rivulet which flows down from the mountain.

The view from the walking bridge that crosses the path.

On the ramp leading off the bridge.

Walking back on the other side of the rivulet.

and Django sitting up waiting for us to drive home. (He was actually hoping we'd stop off at the beach)