Category: Cycling

Heading out to Tasmania Arboretum via an erratic taxi service was worthwhile. When said taxi didn’t appear to take us the 10 miles back, a friendly volunteer stepped in. He calls Devonport the Goldilocks area for weather: he retired here from Adelaide (a meteorologist) and looked for the best weather, escaping the Adelaide summer 40C. We also learned about the aging population as the younger people move to the mainland for higher pay.

Platypus came out to wave: the Tasmanian Hen came to chase me from her chicks. Proud off her heritage as one of the few unique Tasmanian birds.

A lovely park.

Devonport looked like it’s being redeveloped.

Tonight its hold tight for the Bass Strait crossing.

Full circle of this cycle tour around lovely Tasmania, roughly 1200 km (750) miles in real currency). The route on well maintained quiet roads with good drivers – which also means they assertively overtook vs staying politely a distance away and annoying following cars. Everyday varied and the industrial past of the west coast was a surprise (or rather showed our ignorance).

As was the poppy farms – originating from a 1964 decision of Glaxo to focus production here after failed experiments in the UK and mainland Australia. Maybe security of the produce was a factor too, or am I being judgemental?

The short 40km hop took us through more farms before hitting town. The straight to the Bass Strait Maritime Museum to pick up more (useful?) facts. The first telegraph between Tasmania and the mainland was in 1859 via a submarine cable. It was opposed by the southern community as it posed a threat to their independance. By way of contrast the first telegraph line between UK and Australia was laid in 1872, That’s a long way.

The discovery of the Bass Straits in the late 1700’s cut a week off the sailing time between Europe and India. Ahead of HS2 then.

Tomorrow a mootch around before the overnight Spirit of Tasmania sailing. The new ships aren’t in use yet as they are too big for the berth in Devonport so a new berth has to be built – open circa 2027. So they may be stored in Glasgow or Leith. Tasmania boats twinned with CalMac shipbuilders it seems.

Our penultimate cycling day (with a short hop tomorrow) on Tasmania and it has kept some of its best until last.

A day cyling around Mount Cradle, through dense forests which open to large vistas across prairie. Almost pristine, though obvious signs of logging. You get a feeling of why it’s called the Wild West.

The last 20 km was back into rural pasteurs with cute calves wondering what we’re doing. The area we’re entering, Sheffield is renouned for it’s high quality butter fat production. Hence the cows I suppose.

We end up in Sheffield proper, which markets itself and its 1602 residents as a mural town. Stand still and you are at risk of being street painted by numbers. This is part of a rebranding as a tourist town. It declined from its peak as a hub during the dam buildling project of the 60s and the completion of seven dams and seven power stations.

Wild west town too: the hotel / pub we eat in is in full local party mood: a good activity for a Sunday night. It’s OK we were coralled into a quiet corner.

Tomorrow we finish back in Devonport.

I love that it says Tullah has a population of approximately 202. The second 2 seems superfluous. It is on the edge of Lake Rosebery, a hydro reservoir, fed by the damned Mackintosh and Murchison rivers. Perhaps the latter is named after the Scottish geologist Roderick Murchison?

The landscape was very Scottish in looks for much of today. Craggy mountains dotted with scrub; changing rock seams; glacial erratics. Cold, green. Rivulets and creeks abound.

The harder industrial past is evident around Zeehan, with the scorched and rusty ruins of zinc smelters. Zeehan’s population peaked at 10000 in the early 1900s, 10x what it is today.

A lovely day!