Urban Explorer - winter at home -The South Arm Peninsula
|Early Sunset at Lauderdale. That's Mount Wellington in the background|
Hobart is a bit like Valparaiso in that it is spread higgedly- piggledy over lots of hills and a ragged coastline. Not only does each area have it's own character and history but you gain a totally different perspective. Just going across the bay to South Arm is like exploring a foreign country. Even the climate feels different. Luckily the natives are friendly and speak the same language.
|Looking south towards Bruny Island and D'Entrecasteaux Channel|
|Sheltered Beach at Opossum Bay|
Small settlements have sprung up in the more sheltered coves - Clifton Beach, Blessington, South Arm and Opossum Bay, which no doubt started out as a collection of isolated farm houses and holiday shacks but are now undergoing gentrification. Despite this, with the vastness of the sea before them and the mountains looming in the background, even the large modern houses know their place. There is a sense of fragility, of a little bit of civilization clinging precariously to the coast - a little embroidery on a large rumpled quilt.
|The quaint South Arm Post Office and General Store dates from 1856|
Retreating waves trace lazy scallops on the beach. I suspect that in summer there would be standing room only here, but now except for the occasional dog walker, a lone fisherman who breaks the mirrored surface and the two windsurfers which I thought were birds, *we have long stretches of untrodden sand to ourselves.
(*Reminds me of a delightful ad for one of our optometrists which shows
a life saver rescuing what he thinks is a child, only to have it turn
out to be a seal pup. "Now where are your parents?" he asks).
Those little fibro cottages and the crazily -leaning boatsheds which remain, remind me of more carefree times - of Sunday drives and holidays by the sea, before people could duck off to Tuscany for the winter, before we worried about global warming or whether we would have a job next week.
|Not so grand but a charming and homely part of the built environment|
Though the treacherous channel is not as busy or important a thoroughfare these days, today's watchers would still see their share of pleasure boats, modern trading vessels stacked high with containers, the annual Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race and the two Incat ferries that take visitors north to Mona or South to Perppermint Bay. Occasionally they may be treated to a view of the Antarctic icebreakers or a tall wooden sailing ship coming to celebrate the bi -annual Wooden Boat Festival. The only survivor from the good old days when most visitors came by ship and produce was taken to Hobart by sea is the doughty Cartela which normally does dinner cruises and the like, but is currently undergoing a complete refit to celebrate her centenary.
|Lifesaver - The Iron Pot Lighthouse, the second oldest in Australia, has been guiding ships through the tricky entrance to the Derwent since 1832|
Usually the local history remains a mystery to all but a handful of local residents, but thanks to a newly marked Convict Trail, mostly easy going and well supplied with seats, excellent views and markers, even "foreigners" like me get some idea of what has taken place here. References to Aboriginal history are noticaably absent, but here and there are what appear to be the remains of middens along the shore. The Moomairremener a band of the Oyster Bay tribe hunted wallabies and caught seafood here until the arrival of white settlers in 1803. Relations with settlers were more or less friendly until the Aborigines were fired upon by one of Bowen's party in his absence, killing fifty or more. Beyond that time little is known, although aboriginal fires could be seen near the coast at least until 1808.
|Are these the remains of shell middens or more recent seafood feasts?|
|A tomb with a view|
|William Lazenby -Transported for stealing a hen|
There was also a large influx of free settlers from Norfolk Island in 1808 when it ceased to be a British Colony. Their names are also still prevalent in the district as are the trees they brought with them -the stately symmetrical Norfolk pines. It is said that most, if not all the Norfolk pines in Tasmania are descended from these.
|A stately Norfolk pine at Opossom Bay. Trees tell stories too|
|Possibly the granddaddy of them all at Terra -Linna, the site of Gellibrand's original homestead|
|Strange excrescences from which the flowers grow|
|The flowers of the Bushy Yate as it's commonly known, are the size of tennis balls|
Since then, Jill has discovered several more specimens in the area.The birds - mostly parrots, absolutely adored these shaggy blossoms, particularly the Musky Lorikeets. I was hoping they may have been the rather similar looking Swift Parrots which breed here and are on the threatened species list, because there are only 1000 breeding pairs left.
|The unusual mace - like seed heads|
It is possible that two small grave markers I found on the way to the Gellibrand vault, may be related to this.
From Mr Cooper's website I gleaned that it was not until the military arrived in the second World War that power came to the area, along with better road access and a more reliable water supply. Perhaps it is this that has helped South Arm to retain its relative sense of isolation, even though it is now less than 40 km from the city.
|Who was Max Dart?|
The sun was slipping behind Mount Wellington and it was getting cold by the time we reached Ralph's Bay. Definitely time to head home we thought. Big mistake. We missed the light show of the year, if not a lifetime. We only saw it on the news that night, that bioluminescent phytoplankton had bathed the whole Bay in irridescent blue. I did my best to view it on another night after a clear day, but it seems that the plankton had moved house - too many visitors perhaps, - every five minutes another car would pull up and people with phones, torches, and children in gumboots would tumble out, and I only succeeded in freezing my appendages off.
The day was not without its rewards however. After a pleasant afternoon tea with Jill and Maurice at the local coffee shop, replete with comfortable couches, books and memorabilia, during which Maurice filled me in on some of the history since first settlement, Jill took me on an extended tour around the district to show me old homesteads, spectacular views and some of her favourite haunts.
That more or less ended my exploration for now, but I have a feeling I will be back to enjoy more of that off -season solitude.