In the year 1600 and something…

In the year 1600 and something… or was it 1700 and something… Bruni De’Encastreaux  explored the stretch of water that lay between Van Dieman’s Land and the island now known as Bruny. Bruni lent his first name to the island and his second to the water. What a generous chap. I’m sorry for the dodgy history lesson, but I’ve read so many interpretive signs of late my head is swimming and without research that I am currently unprepared to commit to (it’s late), that’s the best I can do.

In any case, Bruni was not the only European to drop by all those years ago. Captain Bligh dropped in, presumably before the mutiny, as did Captains Cook and Furneaux, Tasman and others. When they did, at least a few of them pulled up to fill their water barrels from the stream at Two Tree Point in Adventure Bay. Two Tree Point was named after the trees that stood at the mouth of the creek – and they’re still there albeit substantially larger today than in the painting by George Tobin, Lieutenant General no less, and chief expedition artist. I love that, to think those same said trees link such vastly different times. Continue reading “In the year 1600 and something…”

Faster than Usain Bolt

Did you know that a wombat can outrun Usain Bolt? I know, who would have thought? It’s true though, the man at the Bonorong Wildlife Centre just outside of Hobart said so and he looked like he’d know. Apparently they can run at up to 40 km/hr.

What I am just now pondering however is how they work that out. I mean what could possibly stir a wombat to move that fast? We know traffic doesn’t do the job, more’s the pity. So how would you work that out? Continue reading “Faster than Usain Bolt”

Lookin for fun

So much we’ve seen since last we wrote, I scarcely know where to begin. My favorite activity over the last few days though has got to be our night time strolls amongst the tall trees at Mt Field National Park. We nearly didn’t even come here, having over-shot the mark on the way to Hobart from the west coast and initially ending up in New Norfolk.

I’d never even heard of Mt Field until we got to New Norfolk, but the guidebook said it abounds with tall trees, eucalyptus regnans or swamp gum in particular. I love a good forest so we back tracked up the hill and have now been nestled in a campground at the base of a forest of trees up to 90 metres tall for three days. Continue reading “Lookin for fun”