Showing posts with label Bicheno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bicheno. Show all posts

Tuesday, 15 August 2023

Down Bicheno way

Bicheno is on the east coast of Tasmania and it's a pretty place that one drives through when over that way.  The orange red colour on the rocks is lichen that grow and lichens are an extraordinary product of the symbiosis of seaweed and fungi.

The view is looking out to the Tasman Sea which goes to New Zealand.





Wednesday, 7 December 2022

East Coast Scenery

A bit of scenery looking over Devil's Corner Winery towards Cole's Bay, Tasmania Australia down the East Coast of the Island, Tasmania, Australia.



Devil's Corner a Winery down the East Coast of Tasmania, above after, below is before the vines grew.
The photo below was taken on a corner which you can no longer stop and take a photo you have to venture down to the winery to take photos.


Below we have a few photos of Bicheno and it's scenery along with the Tasman Sea.  The blow hole is the last photo, can never get a good shot of the water spouting up but it's like all blowhole, sometimes spectacular.



Friday, 30 October 2020

Denison Beach, Tasmania

Denison Beach near Bicheno is a long sandy beach.
The weather wasn't the best when we visited a few years ago.
It's just a short drive from the highway on the east coast of Tasmania.



Wednesday, 28 October 2020

The town of Bicheno, Tasmania

Photos from the past of Bicheno in Tasmania.  There is a lot more to the town than these photos. Population about 900 people.

1. Different area at Bicheno.
2. The fishing boat in the bay. 
3. The town of Bicheno and town beach.
4.  Seagulls enjoying a natter on the table.



 

Monday, 26 October 2020

Down by the Gulch

Bicheno is on the east coast of Tasmania and is about 1 and a half hours drive to the east from my home.

Have shown some photos of the Gulch in Bicheno some time ago.  
These photos are different.
Gulch means a deep V shaped valley formed by erosion, this can be said of the East Coastal Village of Bicheno.
A small fishing village where abalone, crayfish, trevally, scallop and crayfish can be caught. The population increases in the summer time with holiday makers.
I hurt a muscle in my back about 4 days ago, and those who have done that will know how painful it is.
This is the first time I've used my computer and have been using my phone or iPad to comment on blogs etc.






Friday, 23 October 2020

Flowers in Bicheno, Tasmania

We've often stayed in Bicheno on the east coast of Tasmania by the sea.  It's a sweet coastal town about 1 hour and 40 minutes from home. 
We usually stay in a caravan park, or at one of my 2nd cousins house when he's home which is not often.  Few times we have stayed with eldest sons wife's parents parked on their front lawn when they lived in Bicheno, these days they don't live there.
Of course I'm referring to staying in our caravan at those times.
The flowers are next door to where daughter in laws parents lived.

Azalea above and a Waratah below.


Above is a Pelargonium below is a Callistemon.

Friday, 19 June 2015

Town houses of Bicheno, Tasmania.

Below are a couple of houses at Bicheno on the East Coast of Tasmania.  The first on is an accommodation place with another apartment to the right of the photo.  This first one has a sea view.

The second house below is a private one with a sea view.  In the town there are some lovely homes many of the shacks have been replaced over time.






One of the main streets in Bicheno.


Log Cabin Store which has everything as many country stores do.


A little wooden church

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Golf Club at Bicheno, Tasmania

The Gold Club at Bicheno here in Tasmania was built in the 1960's...it's used by visitors and locals.
I'm not into Golf but many are.




Natureworld is not far from Bicheno and is a Wildlife Sanctuary for all ages.  A Restaurant is attached and offers breakfast, lunch and afternoon tea.
Some of you maybe familiar with the cartoon Taz modelled on the Tasmanian Devil.




A bit of bush up the road that leads to a National Park.



Friday, 12 June 2015

A man from Somerset, England in Tasmania.

How is was back in the 1800's   Interesting reading.

The grave of Mr. John Allen is located at Bicheno, Tasmania.
His Obituary was taken from The Mercury Newspaper 32 December 1879

OBITUARY.   31 Dec 1879
MR. JOHN ALLEN. — A few days ago Mr. John Allen, one of the oldest settlers in Glamorgan, passed away at the age of 73. He was born in county Somerset, England, on the 16th November, 1806, and left London for this colony in the early part of 1826 in the ship Hugh Crawford, commanded by the late Captain Wm. Langdon, R.N. He arrived in Hobart Town on the 20th October of the same year, and on the recommendation of Governor Arthur, he resolved to go to Oyster Bay with the late Mr. W. Lyne and family. They started in a small vessel a few days before Christmas, and spent Christmas Day in Stewart's Harbour, now called Port Arthur. Shortly after they arrived in Oyster Bay, and landing at a place now called Moulting Bay, the first things they saw were flocks of kangaroos, which were very numerous then.

Mr. Allen took up his first grant of land at Milton, in Glamorgan, near Swansea. In March, 1828, when he had finished reaping and secured all his crops, and when all hands were away except one boy, the blacks came and burnt all the buildings, the stacks of wheat, and nearly everything Mr. Allen possessed; the loss being about £300, besides books, papers, etc., which could not be replaced. Undaunted, however, by this disaster, he set to work again, and so deter-mined was he to succeed that for nine months after the fire he never took off his clothes except on Sunday, and used to sleep on a sheet of bark, with his musket beside him, and his ammunition pouch strapped around him, until he received   another bed from England. On December 28, in the same year, he fought single handed a tribe of native blacks, numbering from thirteen to eighteen, besides "gins" to bring them spears, waddles, etc. For   eight hours on one of the hottest days recorded, Mr. Allen kept the natives back with a musket and pistol, neither of which, singular to say, he fired; the presentation of the fire-arms in the direction of the blacks was sufficient to scare them. Nor was he in any way hurt, though he had to dodge the spears and waddles the whole time. After this the Police Magistrate at Swansea allowed two soldiers to be stationed on the farm for protection, upon his taking the oath as a special constable, and they remained there about two years. Mr. Allen prospered, as he well deserved to do.

In May, 1832, he walked to Hobart Town — he always did his business on foot — and there found his sister, who had just arrived from England with money for him to return there, his relatives being anxious to see him. Accordingly he sailed in the barque Science, which was loaded with wool and specie. For the first six weeks they had bad weather, and then, on the 21st June, the ship was caught in a storm in lat. 56 S., and long. 125 W. Getting among the icebergs she was struck and capsized, but very soon righted. Mr. Allen, who was the first on deck, found the mizzenmast broken short, the mainmast split up, the foremast tottering, the rigging being across the deck, and the bulwarks smashed; besides which nearly all the best hands were gone. The captain gave up all hope of being saved; but Mr Allen determined to make an attempt to save their lives, so he cut away with the loose rigging, stopped up the holes in the deck with wool, and with the aid of one or two others, showed that the hull of the ship was still good. Six days after they fell in with a South Sea whaler, the barque Worrence, which took them all on board to the number of fifteen. Mr. Allen left in the last boat, after looking round for any valuables; but unfortunately he had not been told about the specie, which was therefore lost. It is related that one old man would not leave the ship because he could not find his treasury bills; but when all his friends had got aboard the Worrence, he was seen beckoning to be taken off, so a boat was sent for him. The hull was set fire to, and she was seen to founder. The Worrence landed the distressed people at Rio Janeiro, whence Mr. Allen went to England in H.M S. King William IV., a sloop of war, in command of Lord Colchester.

The first night he was in England he caught a severe cold, and never had good health while there. He accordingly soon returned to Tasmania, in the barque Ann, and remained here till his death.

Mr. Allen was a man of indomitable perseverance, and was an excellent farmer, as many persons who have visited Picnic Place, Bicheno, will testify. He was a great walker. About fifteen months ago, he was at the Campbell Town Show, and through some mistake horses were not sent to meet him; so he   and his daughter walked home, a distance of forty miles, and were not much fatigued thereby. Mr. Allen passed away peacefully, after only eleven days' illness, and without the slightest pain, on Friday, the 19th inst. His remains were interred at Bicheno on the 23rd, there being a very large and respectable funeral, many friends coming long distances to be present. The chief mourners were six sons of the deceased, and the pall-bearers were Messrs. Henry Lyne, Clarence Lyne, Fred. Hume,
and Alex. Robertson.





Monday, 20 April 2015

The Gulch, Bicheno, Tasmania.

Gulch means a deep V shaped valley formed by erosion, this can be said of the East Coastal Village of Bicheno.
A small fishing village where abalone, crayfish, trevally, scollops and crayfish can be caught.
The population increases in the summer time with holiday maker.
We as a family when our two sons were in Primary School stayed in a home there for a holiday in the summer, and it got so windy that it blew the little ones off their bikes, it was a real problem getting back to the cottage, but we did.






This is where the fishing vessels sail.




The blowhole, of course better when the sea is rough.

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Denison Beach, Bicheno.

Denison Beach is not too far from Bicheno on the East Coast of Tasmania.
You will see no 'chairs' to lay on, or umbrellas overhead - if you did it would be rare.  We Taswegians like to feel the sand between our toes and on our towels.  Those that don't like that feel do something else usually.   The beach is just a very short walk from the highway.


A lot of footsteps, lots of people but not a sole to be seen.