Wooden Boat Festival 2009

All loaded up and ready to go at Huonville on Wednesday morning. Stuey, Julie, Rob, Lynne and I. Camping gear and a couple of nights food to get us to Hobart.
We didn't get far, almost to the first bend in the river when we hit a sunken log and cracked the centre board case. Here is The Sally full of water back at the slipway.
Pumping madly to keep her afloat while we get her back on the trailer.


Fixing the crack took most of the rest of the day.


Evening light on the stern and the new paintwork.


The Parade of Sail up the Derwent as all the boats arrive at the Festival Friday afternoon.

The square rigger below is the Young Endeavour, the sail training ship Louisa spend a couple of weeks on in May 07.




Stuey, the other owner of The Sally on the helm.

Giro Tasmania

Over the weekend of 30 Jan - 2 Feb Lynne and I supported the Giro Tasmania endurance ride. From Hobart to Hobart around the State anti-clockwise, a hilly 1000km all within 75hours.

Seven riders started, six finished. Here they are at the start on Friday evening at Muirs down on the waterfront. One of them had not attempted a ride of such a length before and two (on the right) have completed dozens of similar rides between them.


Dawn on the first morning lovely low light over the granite headlands and sandy beaches of the east coast.


Lynne and I all set up and waiting for the riders at the junction of the Cradle Link Road and Murchison Hwy, this is about the 600km point for the riders.


Peter and Leigh, the old hands who cruised the ride and finished looking as fresh as when they had started.

Another finisher, Mark, a few hours after Peter and Leigh.

Hot, Wet, Wild and Windy

Just one of those evenings when the evening light is an ever changing kaleidoscope.

Introducing Alexander!

Here is our new nephew/cousin Alexander.  He is three days old in the photo with me - the others were taken when he was born on Friday.  

New Driveway

This where the first truck to arrive came to a grinding halt with a broken drive shaft. All 5 cubic metres of concrete had to be unloaded and wasted before it could be moved. They sent an excavator later in the afternoon to clear up the mess.
Unloading the second truck load, well third really I suppose.
Finished concreting.
Finished driveway with the bricks joined up to the new concrete surface.

CM Hobart September 26th 2008

Two Can Play At This Game

My glass looks emptier than yours.

You Know The Scene

It's way after bed time but the bread making has dragged on and you know you are going to be up for another hour before they are ready.

BicycleTim is waiting for a Dentrecasteaux mussel, olive, anchovie, garlic, red capsicum and australian parmesan pizza to come out of the oven.

It was delicious and initiated a days kayaking this Saturday, as that was the last of the mussels

Bartlett. McKim,Hodgman - Courteous Mass 29 August 2008

Visit to Paddy and Ezzie

Braving the blustery solstice weather, I paid a visit to the ponies at Lucaston. They're revelling in the green spring growth!

Oak Tree Update

Oak Tree

Bursting with life - makes quite a contrast with the stringy barks surrounding us which look the same month in month out.

Kev's New Kayak

The champagne launch of Kevin's new kayak. Mum is away at work so Richard came with me in the double. A very cruisey trip to Franklin for coffee and back through the cut in Egg Island.

Competition Time

If anyone can guess what we did in this particular building then there will be a prize. Negative points for stating the obvious, no that is not what I am referring to.

OK I will give you clue - the middle door. Super duper prizes if you can name the small town in SA where this pic was taken.

The Port Arthur Oak Tree Confirms Spring Is Here

I meant to take a picture of the very first green bud that appeared the other day when the 'tree' looked like a bunch of dried kindling. Suddenly within a day or two this is what has appeared. There were no leaves evident yesterday.

Oh and FYI the sub woofer died while we were away; whether as Kevin said it had reached its 'die-by-date' or/and some teenagers had a wild party while we were away : ) is not known. Have to make do without house shaking bass for a while.

Bush Poetry 21st Century Style

As indicated by Thomas' rousing motivational speech he proved to be quite a word smith, composing numerous poems and ditties describing expedition events.

This little ditty is the only one that was recorded for posterity, it was a particularly cold and frosty morning so sitting around the campfire for a bit longer than usual to fine tune and record the poem was much more attractive than packing up and setting off before the sun had really started to warm the day.



Thomas inspired the rest of team to compose similar poems (except me who isn't able to string two rhyming sentences together if my life depended on it).
This one from Lynne as we traversed a particularly rough bit of track proved not only that she was up to Thomas' standard but also added a dimension to the trip that us blokes hadn't really appreciated.

I'm a huppin' cross the red dirt track
I spy me mates afar
These corrugations hold me back
- I didn't bring me bra!

More Flinders Photos

On the summit of Hayward Bluff looking south. Brachina Gorge and Wilpena Pound, fantastic views of the ranges and desert to west probably inspired the best one liner of the trip from Rob.

"It's just like Google Earth!"




Just couldn't resist playing with various pieces of junk found en route.

Stu's only puncture, one of those pesky thorns. Very few punctures overall apart from Lynne who proved she was the Puncture Fairy, even getting two one morning before we had even left camp.

Open country and roads with a good enough surface to attain astonishing speeds of 20kph or even more.

After 10/11 days of cycling from Wilpena we reached the mining town of Leigh Creek and the luxuries of a shower and beer (or two).

Geoff and his wife Diane at Depot Springs. They put us up for the night, provided beer then coffee and cake the next morning plus a great insight into station life.

The area abounds with the remains of the various mining exploits in the 1800's and early 1900's. All it needs is a bit of grease and we would have had it going in no time.

Dreaming country - touch the earth.


After a hard game of horse shoe pitching at the Lively Mine hut, which Lynne won convincingly, it was felt that to overcome the rigours of another hour or so of cycling late in the afternoon we needed a motivational speech. Thomas took on this important role with a panache that kept the strength and cohesion of the group together for enough time for us to find another great campsite.
This coincidentally is that very day's camp, fire lit, billy on and tents pitched. It became a very nice regular routine.

We spent quite a lot of time sitting around the fire. There was much baking of vegetables, scones and damper too.

Thomas baking scones.

Voila! One of Thomas' scones.

Stu and Lynne at Moolooloo Station.


Words just can't describe this unique River Red Gum we discovered off track in the Warraweena valley. Surely an inspiration for Tolkien's Ents.

Very glad to be back on a road after a few hours of pushing and struggling off track following a fence line. The road shown on the map that we should have been on didn't exist on the ground.

Andy Goldsworthy eat your heart out. The creek beds were full of these 'installations', neat stacks of leaves and twigs created as flood waters receded.