Driving South

Going away at Easter time this year we went through the town of Ross in the midlands of Tasmania, a beautiful historical town.

Ross was founded in 1812 and is about 87km from Launceston where we live and further from Hobart the State Capital down south.
In 1812 a garrison of soldiers was stationed at the ford of the Macquarie River to protect the development of the future town.  Buildings were soon established and in 1821 the settlement was proclaimed the town of Ross by Governor Macquarie.  Ross was the name of the parliamentary seat of his friend H M Buchanan of Loch Lomond, Scotland.

Ross was ideally situated in a central location and easily accessible from Northern and Southern Tasmania.  Good flat country for farming and the Macquarie River at it's feet.
The Government established a large farm in the district of 20,000 acres for agriculture and breeding purposes.  The land was broken up in 1830 and sold off to private landholders.
Horses and coaches were changed during the long journey to the north or the south.
Ross also had a strong military presence in the village/town some lived there.

A house above, I always take a photo of at least one house in Ross when visiting.  The hotel below.

Accommodation place above and the place where you buy petrol/diesel plus a general store below.

Home again

We are home again after another lovely holiday of 18 days in Huon Valley Caravan Park, Tasmania where we spent Easter. Weather was beautiful but nights were a big chilly.

Lots of activities for the children, the adults were kept busy also. 

The Easter Bunny arrived in a Helicopter with Easter eggs for the children.

There was a Duck Race in the river and also a Ticket to be found in the sand, the finder of that ticket won a bike - there were a couple of bikes to be won along with Hampers.

The photos I'm showing are someone else's.

 

Can just see the eggs falling out of the sack onto the ground, there were 1,000 Easter eggs.

 

Children and adults collecting the eggs

The duck race in the river, each person who participated was given a number that corresponded with a duck and the first duck to reach the finishing line won a bike.

 

 

 

The Owners of the Huon Valley Caravan Park and a lady who won a hamper in the duck race.

The young girl was the winner of the duck race and her prize was a bike.

In the above photo the people are looking for a ticket hidden in the sand, some resting though - the ticket was found by the man in the black top below, he's with his son 'the winner' of a bike, with the park owner.