Uncle Harry would be proud!
First a warning! Latter parts of this post feature a vicious thug behaving not only aggressively but making open threats of violence. It’s not for the faint hearted!
Our day started fairly early in Hobart where we spent the night. We were heading south to the Tasman Peninsula for the day.
Our first stop Richmond. Like much of Tassie Richmond features quaint Gerorgian era buildings.
Deb and Lu parked themselves in this Café and had breakfast while I wandered up and down the main street.
This building was once a pub, but is now apparently a private residence.
Richmond is certainly not my favourite place, it is close to Hobart and has a really ‘tourist trap’ feel. Most of the buildings although original seem to have shops dispensing ‘hand crafts’ of dubious quality for large amounts of money.
Don’t get me wrong if you go that way Richmond is well worth a look but it certainly wasn’t my favourite place in the Apple Isle.Richmond’s main claim to fame is this convict-built bridge.
Which because it was built in 
is the oldest bridge anywhere in Oz.The 1836 Catholic church was beautiful in the morning light.
Like many other churchyards in Tassie it also had burials.
I thought the most interesting (historically speaking) was the grave of Bartholomew Reardon.
As you can see from the plaque he was born in 1791 on Norfolk Island. This was only 3 years after British Settlement in Oz. 
Which I guess makes Bart one of the first Aussies of European decent.Our next stop was at Pirate’s Bay. Yes it is really called Pirate’s Bay.
It was here we were shown a display of naked aggression.Here is the culprit.
No not Deb whose feet are in the right side of the piccie.The little blue fellow.
This tiny Superb Blue Wren discovered another male in his patch.
This usually very shy creature went on the warpath.
He shot past Deb barrelling straight at his foe and over my toes.
He shot past me I got down to his level
and took these couple of shots of him checking that his foe had high-tailed.
Then he turned and fixed his beady eye on me.
Scary isn’t he?
