Bronte Parke to New Norfolk

Leaving Bronte Park rather early we made our way toward New Norfolk just outside of Hobart.

Our little home parked at Tarraleah

We have to be there by tonight so I can catch the plane to Brisbane on Sunday where I will attempt to repair the University network.

The usual magnificent scenery accompanied us the whole 160 or so kilometres.

So many places that we would have loved to stop at must wait for another time.

We did however take a detour to Tarraleah as we were originally going to stay there a couple of days.

Tarraleah was built by the Hydro Commission when the hydro scheme was built to capture the abundant water from the Derwent and Nive rivers, and use the force of these rivers to drive the generators that supply the state, and some of the mainland, with electricity.

Two hydro schemes, built 20 years apart, combine to harvest the power of the Derwent river.

The settlement, originally built for the workers was taken over in 2005 as a unique tourist park and they have renovated and converted the workers homes to holiday houses, the single men’s quarters into a lodge, opened the bars as a pub and other various upgrades and the place is uniquely beautiful.

A fountain centres the settlement where there is even a church.

Hydro workers houses renovated and converted to comfortable holiday houses

We found this little place fascinating.

(From Kerrie)  The weather has been wonderful. I can’t complain (dare not too) if I say I’m freezing it’s usually my fault.

I foolishly get out of a nice warm car and walk to a site in a light jumper. Then, if there is even a bit of a breeze on these hills in goes right through you.

Driving through mist is pretty

I then say something silly like “Brr I’m freezing” and Chris just looks at me, shakes his head and says very knowledgeable “No Babe this is NOT cold”

Well it’s not for anyone who comes from New Zealand but I’m a Queenslander. Anything under double figures is COLD. The salmon fisherman in Strahan said if temperature gets to over 22deg there it’s too hot to work. They like it 17-20 deg. I suppose you adapt to where you live.

But if I want to see snow before we leave I better get use to taking my coat when I go out.

The country side is changing again as we get closer to Hobart. A lot of the towns we pass though have very English names, Brighton, Gretna Green.

New Norfolk was first settled by Europeans in 1807, many of them having come from Norfolk Island. The Poplah trees lining the streets and the beautiful conifers are now starting to turn golden and the mixer of iridescent green and stages of golden leaves makes the surounding landscape a picture in it’s self.

Poplah trees starting to turn golden

We set up our home at the caravan park. Again we seem to get the best spot, tucked beside a fence with plenty of space, we can safely put up the annex without worrying about high winds. As Chris won’t be here for the next couple of days he wanted to make sure I was comfortable.

We went for a walk around the town which is set on the River Derwent. I know we keep saying it, but it’s lovely. The park we came back through had acorn trees. Chris remembers using these trees as sling shot ammo. As he said “if you were near a acorn tree you were never out of ammo. And they really hurt” hmmmmm I can imagine 4 boys nearly killing each other.

Acorns – sling shot ammo.