Bay of Fires

 Bay of Fires is on the east coast of Tasmania, a beautiful place to visit and photos taken with my phone to show on my blog along with beaches in the area.

Devil's Corner

Devil's Corner is on the East Coast of Tamania. It's a Vineyard with lookout looking towards Cole's Bay. There is a restaurant which provides good meals and an ideal stop over on the journey to Hobart or north bound to Launceston.

Coles Bay

Coles Bay on the East Coast of Tasmania and looking at the Hazards in the 1st photo, then the opposite way in the second.

Photos of two types of flowers that grow in the wild in that area. These were taken with my phone.

Wild things

 A a few photos taken at that Spiky Bridge on the southern east coast of Tasmania.  Plenty of blackberries, thistles and several grapes growing along the way.

The Spiky Bridge

 The Spiky Bridge on the Southern East Coast of Tasmania is no longer required so the highway goes around it these days.  In days gone by the bridge was used so cattle travelling along the road would not fall down into the gully below.  The photo is where a farm house once was with a few stone only being left if you look hard.

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.

 

 

Schouten Island, Tasmania Australia

The holiday over in 2017 so what will I blog about now! 
Often we travel to various places in Tasmania, sometimes in the caravan other times in the car for the day - so surly I would have photos to share of this magic Island called Tasmania, Australia my home Island.

Great Oyster Bay at Swansea on the East Coast of Tasmania.

That island is Schouten Island, the highest point Mt. Story is 400m high (1,300 ft).
In 1642 whilst surveying the area Abel Tasman (Dutch explorer) named it Schouten Island after Joost Schouten, a member of the Council of the Dutch East India Company.

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.

The fun things of old!

Years ago a group of us went to Coles Bay when it was free to enter that town on the East Coast of
Tasmania.  We arrived about midnight, set up camp only to find in the morning that the tent door was facing totally the wrong way :) Well we were anxious to get to bed the night before.

Someone decided to take a photo of me before I could comb my hair or wash my face, but it doesn't matter.
We all hopped into the Ski Boat that we bought with us after breakfast and went fishing way out to sea, it was calm then the next minute it was very rough so we headed for the beach and made it.  One of the motors decided it wasn't going to work, but the other one still did work so all was well.

The camera was the best we had at that time :)

A photo of me in Hobart years ago at one of my cousins house.  It was at the time when long dresses/frocks were in fashion and at that time I made all my clothes, that way I could have a lot more.  I used to buy a pattern my size, make the dress, hang it up in the wardrobe and no altering was needed.  Can't say the same these days plus it's cheaper to buy clothes now, as the quality is not in the fabric that is available to buy.