Two-Oh-Two Followers and Terrible Tassie: Day 2.

I thought I should mention I have 202 followers. I think the big jump to 200 happened while I was away in Tasmania. Over two hundred people following my blog, all I can say is wow!
Thank you guys, you are amazing!

Well my WIP is still being dominated by Valentina. That woman won’t let me pay attention to anyone else.
If I stay at all close to my original outline (and it isn’t looking likely) her part in my story is close to wrapping up. I kind of don’t think she’s going to sit back quietly and let me sideline her.

Speaking of sidelined, I haven’t posted anything more of my Tassie trip and I have so many piccies that I would love to share. It is impossible to do them justice in a single post so I thought I would post a few maybe once a week for a while.

That way none of us will get too bored and I won’t seem too much like Uncle Harry.

Day two in Tassie was all about coast.
We drove north from Launceston along the east bank of the Tamar River.
I took dozens of piccies here are just a few (as usual click on any of the photos to enlarge).
A sandy bay in the estuaryThis looks across the river, the straight stone line in the fore ground looks to be a fish trap. They are scattered around the Australian coast, the idea is the fish swim in at high tide and get trapped as the tide goes out. On the mainland they are often very old and were usually built by Aboriginal people. But I can say with absolute certainty that if this is a fish trap it is not Aboriginal. Why?
I know because Tasmanian Aboriginals had a taboo on eating fish for thousands of years before European settlement. They ate shellfish, and other marine resources but considered scaly fish unfit to eat. If anyone knows why their descendants are not saying.
Near the river mouth is the 1835 Pilot Station. The Tamar in general and Launceston in particular was an important port.

We stopped a while for a poke around and unsurprisingly I took photos.
Of nooks and crannies.Of a Tassie local, Hakea flowersand the old pilot’s jettyPart of the Pilot Station is still in use as the Tamar is still a harbour.This was the view from the café table where we had lunch.
A short run to low head where I took a few piccies of the Low Head LighthouseWe headed east along the North Coast to Bridport, there you can find the remains of the Granite Point Jetty which burnt down in 1938.Finally in the evening we hit the East Coast at St HelensOne last piccie, Deb contemplates the view at the seafood restaurant where we ate dinner.