Hobart
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It is not cold, and the clouds are higher this morning. There's a market today and town is crowded. There's art, craft, food, fruit and vegetables all mixed together cheek by jowl. I don't really want to buy art at this early stage, but there are some nice things. I bought some (organic) elderflower concentrate from a producer who claims to be the only one in Australia, and a scallop pie for lunch. Although it is delicious, and although we'll eat a lot more pies, this is the first and last time I see one with scallops in it, so it is a good choice.
It feels like 1960s England here. Same house construction, and the rugged complexions and practical clothes of the natives haven't changed. You can buy fish and chips in a paper cone right on the dock. The pubs all have English names, (Ball and Chain, Hope and Anchor, Knopwood's Retreat and so on). Some of them are remarkably old (1807, 1829) considering that the first convicts did not start arriving until 1788. The beers have English names too, but to my disappointment so far have much more with their American cousins than what I was expecting (and hoping for). |
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I'm told Tassie wine is excellent, so I may need to switch allegiances. But I did finally find something drinkable in a bottle: Dark Isle Leatherwood Porter. This was in the Hope and Anchor, the "oldest continuously operational hotel in Australia." There was a fire burning in the grate, which reminded me of the "highest pub in England" where Wayne and I once had a pint, and where they claimed the fire had been burning for a 1000 years. These Aussie claims seemed a little better substantiated.
Much of the old center remains along with the pubs, and I spent the morning wandering around it. I begin to get a sense of the different pace. I look up from taking a picture of some houses and find that I have wandered into the middle of the street. A car that I'm consequently obstructing just waits patiently.
And speaking of cars, of course they drive on the "wrong side" of the road.
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The game of Real Tennis is the forerunner of all racket sports and has been closely associated with Henry VIII and Hampton Court Palace since 1530. There are only ~40 courts left in the world, half of them in the UK (in 1600 there were 1800 courts in Paris alone). Although I've only played on one, Jesmond Dene, I've now seen three of them.
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Back in the old port I spend an hour talking to a man with Sean Connery's soft Scottish accent. We solved world peace. He was a biochemist who came out to Hobart in the 70s and ran a successful business until about 5 years ago when he was bought out and rapidly realized he couldn't tolerate the new regime, so he retired. Then he got divorced, and finally, now, I suspected he'd turned to drink. Sure enough, he suddenly brought the conversation to a close, and got as far as the first parked car before I saw him duck down and pull (a bottle I assume) from his backpack. |
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Tasmania, the smallest state of Australia, is a heart-shaped island about 180mi
long by 190mi wide. Many who find their way to it are so captivated by its
beauty, variety and abundances of history and nature that they return again and again.
Tasmania is geographically ancient, with most of its bulk
being an extremely hard basaltic rock called dolerite. Moderately sized doleritic
mountains cover the western half of the island, with the tallest of these about
1,400m in elevation. The west and southwest are extremely wet and largely
uninhabited. A broad central agricultural valley runs northwest to southeast over
most of the length of the island, and the climate there is much drier. This is the
only part of Tasmania which resembles stereotypical Australian farmland, with
sheep paddocks and gum trees. Another densely forested highland is in the northeast. Along the north coast is a fertile red-soil plain, reminiscent of Ireland or
Prince Edward Island. The east coast is rolling and covered with dry eucalypt
forests and cleared sheep pasture. In the southeast corner is the Tasman
Penisula, an area of rolling eucalypt coverred hills, some agriculture, and
dramatic coastal cliffs. To its west is the Derwent river valley and its estuary,
where Hobart is located. Hobart is overlooked by 1,200m high Mount
Wellington, the easternmost of the western dolerite mountains. South of Hobart
lies the farmland (mostly fruit growing) areas of the Huon River valley. All
Tasmanian soils except the red soils of the northern plain are extremely poor,
due to the high concentration of phosphate.
Vegetation in the central valley, east coast, and Tasman Peninsula
is called "dry schlerophyl", dominated by drought-tolerant eucalypts such as the
blue gum tree. The eastern highlands and eastern sections of the western
highlands are "wet schlerophyl", with larger eucalypt species and a mixture
of "southern pine" gymnosperm species such as the celery-top pine, as well as
myrtle and sassafras trees. The lowest valleys of the wet schlerophyl forests are
home to Eucalyptus regnans, the world’s tallest flowering plant, with historical
records of trees (now felled) exceeding 130m in height. Wet schlerophyl forest
can also have amazingly thick and rather primitive looking undergrowth, with
large spiky plants that would not look out of place in the mouth of a
Stegosaurus. As one gains in altitude, the eucalypts give way to myrtles, which
in turn give way to subalpine heath forests of "pandanis". Above the pandanis,
and almost reaching the mountain tops, are the alpine heaths dominated by
Richia species, all of which are famous for their razor-sharp leaf edges. In
patches in the central west and in the extreme northwest is found the Tasmanian
rain forest, where eucalypts give way completely to southern pines and sassafras. |
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