A Drive to Kingston

 

 

Originally a progressive meal day, it ended as just lunch. Some of us grouped at Kingston and enjoyed a pleasant drive through Margate, Sandfly and Longley before arriving at the hotel. Others joined us there. Just as pretty as ever, the Longley pub, and even more so with an impressive array of club vehicles in the car park – it’s great to see members’ attendance with club vehicles seemingly on the rise again. I enjoyed a delicious Guinness pie, as did quite a few others, only finding out later they had lost their chef for the day and were “making do” with other staff on hand! Wouldn’t have known, the meal was delicious, those girls did a great job.

During the afternoon “Pastor” Geoff Burns arose and gave a heart rending eulogy to a deceased lady – the recently departed Aussie made Holden car!

Afterwards some headed home while others enjoyed a drink or ice cream at McDonalds in Kingston. Thanks for the great day Cecely, sad the breakfast didn’t work out but we still had a very enjoyable time.

– John

 

A Drive to Kingston

 

 

The top car park at Wrest Point was out meeting place, and what a great sight our vehicles were, all lined up. After the usual good mornings, hellos etc. We headed off down Sandy Bay Road, then the Channel Highway bound for Kingston. How fortunate we are in this part od the world to have such great scenes so close to the city centre – the view over Storm Bay from the top of Bonnet Hill is amazing, as is the sight of the Shot Tower – could be straight out of medieval Scotland! Following the descent down Tyndall Road we arrived at our picnic area – and we had the whole place to ourselves! A very pretty spot, especially now the mouth of Browns River is a lot cleaner than it used to be. Following lunch some of the women folk went for a long walk while the gents talked cars and other mens business. It was great to see a good show of club vehicles in attendance, we definitely improved the tone of the car park. Goldsmiths were very happy to be once again out with the 40 Plymouth on a club run – the last time was June 26th 2016 to the Bush Inn, at which time a major water leak was discovered at the rear of the engine and the poor old thing has been out of commission from then until NOW.

– John

 

My Slice of Pie

Very much a modern cars only event this one with mother nature throwing a thoroughly wintery day at us, with rain and cold being the main features! The Meikles and Goldsmiths were a select little group at the regatta ground meeting point, joined soon by Helen Woolley. On the way to Grove we picked up various members by the roadside, and arrived at our first destination of My Slice of Pie cafe in Dip Road – an establishment which others had been to before but not us. It soon became clear that delicious food and friendly service were in abundance here, not to mention the spectacular views over fields to the Wellington Range, with plenty of fresh snow to add to the sight. Afterwards it was off again, on a bit of a Cook’s tour through the Lucaston area, to our lunch destination of Glen Huon, where more members were awaiting us, with cries of “Where have you been, we’ve been here for ages”. By now the rain had increased somewhat, but the excellent covered barbecue area did its job and kept us dry. A lovely spot, I must have driven past it many times yet didn’t know about it. A warming hot lunch was eagerly consumed, followed by the usual club chit chat. It goes to show that a bit of winter weather need not prevent us from enjoying an outing, even though the club cars were left at home – accompanying photos feature the great view from the cafe, without any club cars to photograph! Thanks Cecely for the organising this event, the day was enjoyed by all present.

– John

 

Mystery Scenic Drive

Bit of a mystery this one, “Scenic Drive” – where would that take us? Firstly the weather forecast was a little worrying with widespread showers on the horizon, resulting in us going modern, but they did not eventuate, just a little drizzle in the early afternoon. We departed Cambridge Park in chilly but pleasant conditions, bound for morning tea at Richmond. Cecely had programmed in a generous 75 minute break at Richmond, enabling some to go for walks while others visited the bakery or set up chairs in the car park. Next we headed off towards Campania, but turned right into Fingerpost Road, then left at the highway towards Runnymede. Left turn at Runnymede, then through the pretty areas of Levendale, Woodsdale, Whitefoord, Mt. Seymour and Parattah to Oatlands. A delicious lunch was had at the Pancake and Crepe Place in High Street, where the food was first class and the staff absolutely lovely -they couldn’t do enough for us. There we enjoyed the company of Andrea Banfield, Karen, and Andrea’s dad Kevan. Afterwards, some decided to head straight home, others took the Mud Walls route and enjoyed a cuppa at Campania or the Richmond bakery. This was a very well organised and enjoyable run, thank you Cecely.

– John

 

2017 – Ronald McDonald Long Weekend

Day 1
It was that time of the year again, didn’t seem like a full year since we were touring the Geeveston area.
We met at Cambridge Park in glorious sunny conditions, ready for a 9.30 departure. There we met Paul Mitchell and Kate Wainright, all the way from Burnie, and Les Webb from Swansea.
Following the usual chit chat we made our departure, bound for morning tea at Sorell, right beside the small dam built in 1891/92 to supply water for the Bellerive to Sorell railway. Here we met the others from Swansea – Syd Barber and the Flacks, it was great to be all together again. Following a re-charging cuppa we hit the road again, bound for lunch at the barbecue shelter at Murdunna.
Some brought their own food from home or barbecued there, but we chose to buy at the Dunalley bakery and take it to Murdunna. It was an early lunch, but that was good because there was quite a lot to fit in during the rest of the day.
Check in at Lufra was early, followed by a group stroll down to the Tessellated Pavement. Although most of us have seen it before, nature still amazes – how did those lines in the rocks get cut so amazingly straight!
Back to Lufra – built in the 1940s by Sir Reginald Ansett. This is an amazing art deco building in a stunning location, complete with large port holes looking out from the staircase (or are they aircraft windows?), panoramic dining room windows and terrific 1940s ceiling mouldings, etc. Sir Reg’ really knew what he was doing with this place! Our rooms had been recently renovated, very nice, and the hallways are “work in progress”.
Next we went for a short drive to the blow hole, enjoying the quirkiness of Doo Town as we passed through, and afterwards did the short hop up to Tasman’s Arch and Devil’s Kitchen. Again, these scenes are still very spectacular, even though we’ve been there many times before.

Some of us had booked with Cecely for a ghost tour at Port Arthur, and at 4.30 we were picked up by a very nice Tassielink coach to take us there, for free – the coach was organised for us by Les Webb and driven by his colleague Stuart Sinclair. This is the second time Les has done this for us, so we thank him very much, and Stuart also. The coach ride was very comfortable and we seemed to get there in no time at all. I’m not a believer in ghosts and ghoulies, but this is still a very entertaining evening – mostly a lot of ghost nonsense but part of it is stories of real people who did live there, so still very interesting. Most of us drew our coats in tight as the evening air grew colder and damper, contributing to the eerie atmosphere.
After the tour Stuart delivered us safely back to Lufra where we enjoyed a delicious two course meal with good choices. The management had thoughtfully delayed our meal time so we could fit in the ghost tour first. After a very long and enjoyable day everyone retired to their rooms for a welcome sleep.
Day 2
Up very early, I headed off down to the Tessellated Pavement, in pitch dark, armed with camera gear, in the hope of seeing a nice sunrise. My efforts were not without reward (see our front cover. Ed) and after a while the most glorious colours began to appear, much to the delight of a few other photographers who had the same idea as me. Work done, I headed back up for breakfast with several great shots in the bag, only just getting back in time. Breakfast was a delicious “Continental with bacon and eggs”.
Following brekkie it was off to the car park to see if the Cranbrook would start – I still had vivid memories of minus six degrees at Ross about three years ago, and having to be tow started by Geoff Sutcliffe! No worries, the temperature was quite mild for the time of year and the car fired up easily.
Following a group photo session we headed off for the old coal mines at Salt Water River. During our inspection of the site, reading the information boards and seeing the underground cells, we realised how easy our lives are in modern Tasmania. The coal mines site is a good place to visit – free, and you can wander about wherever you like.
During the morning we were pleased to catch up with Diane and Peter Frost, who had taken a drive down there to meet us. Following our wanderings here, a nice cuppa was enjoyed in the car park, then we said goodbye to the Keoghs who were heading for home.
Next stop was the Nubeena bakery for lunch, though I wasn’t sure where I was going fit the food after our huge breakfast and then morning tea! After lunch we enjoyed a leisurely drive to Remarkable Cave, which is still spectacular despite the addition of a nanny-state barrier at the bottom of the steps. By this time a decent swell had come up and there were plenty of big waves crashing onto the rocks outside the cave, but not right through due to the low tide. We were pleased to meet Jean and Max Bellette, Max being Paul Mitchell’s Mum’s cousin, lovely people.
Believe it or not, it was now time for more food, with a BYO afternoon tea at the picnic shelter just above the Port Arthur visitors’ centre. After a bit of a wind down here most were ready to crash for a while before dinner, so back we went to Lufra. The evening meal was a repeat of the night before, and just as delicious.

I’m told there was another glorious sunrise this morning, but unfortunately the full day’s activities of Sunday took their toll and I slept right through for nearly a full eight hours, so missed it! Breakfast was enjoyed by all once again, followed by a drive to Dunalley in glorious sunny winter conditions. After a delicious serving of morning tea at the bakery our weekend was over and we all went our separate ways and headed for home.
A BIG thank you to Cecely Meikle for her great organisation of the weekend, and Graham for his valuable assistance. And once again we thank Les Webb for organising the free coach for Saturday night, and to Stuart Sinclair for driving us. It was terrific to have Geoff and Joy Sutcliffe back with us again, after a bit of an absence, and also our members from the east and up north. I would like to encourage all members to think about joining us next year for the tour, wherever it may take us, it’s a lot of fun.

– John

 

Picnic At Ross

Despite dire early predictions the weather turned out fine for the PVCC’s 2017 Picnic At Ross, though the turnout was lower than expected and probably due to many attendees erring on the side of caution.
As usual, a very big “thank you” must go to Rod Talbot and his team of excellent helpers from the Ross Youth Club, as well as stalwarts like John and Pam Goldsmith and Graeme and Cecely Meikle who were seen at the grounds early on the day, bending their backs (literally) to get things organised.
John has promised us a full report on the event accompanied with his usual excellent photography, which will appear in the July issue of “Wheels Within”.
Meantime here are a few other random photographs.

– John

 

Mothers Day Lunch

A much looked forward to annual event, the Mother’s Day lunch is always spot on, with a great selection of soup, roast meats, vege’s, salads and scrumptious desserts.
It was a pleasant run down in the Plymouth, the nice weather making the trip very enjoyable.
A bit of a wait on arrival, as the “visitors sign” policy was being enforced, like last year – understandable I guess, as this is the law.
As usual this event was well patronised, with a good number of members and families attending. After the conclusion of the meal most enjoyed the surroundings, remaining for chat for quite a while.

– John

 

Bellerive Fort Visit

It was a dreary damp morning for our run to the Bellerive Fort, so off we went in modern, only to find the weather ended up reasonably good.
On arrival at the Regatta Ground we were in the company of the Jaguar Club, who were departing on their own run from the same spot. Our editor Leon joined us at the start for a photographic session, before de-parting for family business. Poor Ivan had to temporarily leave us, to take the Peugeot home and swap it for modern due to a braking issue.
It was decided to head for Bellerive via the Eastern Outlet, Pass Road, Clarence Street and Victoria Espla-nade. The old fort is a bit of a hidden treasure, when in the UK we found similar places with visitor centres, entry fees, gift shops etc – so it is rather nice that this one is left relatively untouched.
A relaxed time was had wandering around the site, poking around various guns, turrets and the grassy areas connecting it all. Back in my school days one could wander freely through the tunnels, but not any more as everything is locked up solid. We were enter-tained by Tony le Fevre’s demonstration that his head size matched the calibre of the large guns!
After a while we were joined by members of the MG Club, who coincidentally were also visiting the fort.
After a very pleasant hour or so, the idea of a picnic lunch was abandoned due to the cool temperature, and we ended up at the cafe bar in the Shoreline Hotel. This is a great spot for a light and affordable lunch, and no booking re-quired.
Everyone present agreed that this was a very pleasant outing, enjoyed by all.

– John

 

West Coast Tour

“Don’t be late” was the word, we would be departing Granton dead on time at 9.00 – so it was an early start, with most packing completed the day before. We arrived at the designated spot around 8.25 where our group was beginning to gather. We had made the decision to go modern, as the newest of our club vehicles is 65 years old, the oldest 76 years, so better not to risk the terrain and weather. Many others seemed to have made the same decision, with 5 club vehicles present and 2 others belonging to guests, the rest modern.
Paul Mitchell would join us later in Queenstown, with his 1962 Morris Major Elite being the oldest vehicle participating.
We were entertained by a gaggle of geese doing their running & taking off, until one of them had an altercation with a passing car – a loud thump and we thought he was fin-ished, but over the fence he hopped and flew over to the river!
In due course Harry gathered us together for a short briefing, and off we went on time at 9.00 – bound for morning tea at Hamilton. We set off through the Derwent Valley in beautiful autumn weather conditions, with early signs of the glorious colours soon to emerge. The New Norfolk area was pretty as a picture, as was the area around Gretna. Hamilton was sleepy and quiet and some chose to have their tea/coffee in the little cafe beside the hotel, others at their vehicles, some feeding a pair of hungry ponies. I always think that when we’ve passed through Ouse we have departed the “home” area and are heading towards the west coast wilds, and it certainly doesn’t take too long to find one’s self negotiating the winding roads around Tarraleah and marvelling over the engineering feats of the canals, penstocks and power stations. We really do live in a spectacular state.
Next stop was the “Wall” (sometimes known as the Wall in the Wilderness), just on the ap-proaches to Derwent Bridge. Situated in a huge shed in the middle of the bush, the Wall is a mas-sive display of wooden relief sculpture, carved by Greg Duncan. It tells a story of Tasmania’s cen-tral highlands including human history, agriculture, industry and wildlife. The lovely girl who wel-comed us was Scottish, and I thought she must have felt almost at home here, with scenery quite reminiscent of the Scottish highlands.
A very short hop from the Wall was the Hungry Wombat Cafe, situated at the old road house, where a delicious lunch was en-joyed. Tony Thompson and John Goldsmith went for a stroll down to the bridge over the Derwent, where Tony discovered a drive shaft tube out of an old 1930s Ford, lying down beside the river – trust Tony to discover something like that. (Photo: Left).
Derwent Bridge pretty much signified the end of good weather, from now on the renowned west coast rain would kick in and not really leave us until home on Thursday.
No matter, we weren’t going to let a little rain spoil our trip. Mt. Arrowsmith was spectacular as usual, if foggy and damp. The scenery around Lake Burbury was incredible, and that road bridge across – amazing!
Before long the old ruined hotel at Linda came into view, meaning Gormanston was just around the corner. Up on the “Gormie” hill we turned right to the Iron Blow lookout, for a stunning view of the old open-cut area.
Internet photo with Greg Duncan
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Leon Joubert and Chris Berry will wish they had been with us – at the Iron Blow there were about 15 beauti-ful Porches parked, their owners admiring the view like us. After we were amazed by the copper infused bright aqua water, we jumped back into the cars and negotiated the bends down into Queenstown.
After a re-fuelling stop we checked in to the West Coaster motel, where some put their feet up or enjoyed an early happy hour. Yours truly, however, opted for a walk around the area. At this stage we met up with Paul Mitchell and Kate Wainwright, in the Morris Major. The rooms there were very nice, with some right beside a flowing river – clean, not the famous brown Queen. The evening meal was a set menu, but boy it was well up to standard. Roast lamb and/or tempura battered fish with vegies and/or salad, as much as you could eat, cooked to perfection and pretty well everyone seemed to really enjoy it. Delicious chocolate mousse, pav-lova and fruit jelly followed for sweets, and coffee. The full breakfast in the morning was equally as delicious.
Day 2 – Wednesday 29 March
An early departure at 8.30, with Harry taking us through to South Queenstown, to Bern Bradshaw’s “Tasmanian Spe-cialty Timbers” mill. (Photo: Left).
What an amazing place, a huge iron shed out in the bush, absolutely FILLED with Huon pine, ranging from huge slabs suitable for doors, table tops etc, right down to tiny off cuts which could be used to make knick knacks of all types. Noth-ing wasted. Bern gave us a fascinating talk about the history of Huon pine harvesting and how his mill operates.
The shed from which Bern now operates was originally built as part of the construction facilities for the But-ters Power Station, and one can also make purchases at the “Mill door”. After Bern’s talk he allowed us free reign to wander about, to look at whatever we wanted. Amazing, the neat stacks of Huon pine were everywhere and the impressive array of machinery included a huge circular saw which I decided to stay well clear of! After I had seen everything (is that possible?) I headed outside, took some photos down by the copper coloured Queen River, and after a bit heard the sound of a steam whistle and the Wilderness train passed by only a few metres away – but sadly I was not quick enough with the camera. We were all very grateful to Bern for this interesting experience, and some members left armed with supplies of the beautiful wood.
A very busy day ahead, we departed Bern’s mill and headed back into town for a drink and bite to eat at the train station cafe. After our tummies were satisfied we fired up the vehicles and headed for Strahan. Pass-ing through Queenstown it was sad to see several abandoned houses, slowly falling down.
As the roads became more mountainous, the weather became wetter! As we headed up one of these hills I was concerned to notice the engine racing faster as we went up – damn, I’ve known the clutch in the Corolla was nearly due for replacement but I didn’t appreciate the timing! Would we make it over? With careful light-footed driving and use of lower gears the hills were no problem. I hoped this would continue, didn’t fancy the shame of having the modern car towed home! After arrival at Strahan we found the preferred car park was full, so we parked add hock and headed for local cafes for lunch. After a Banjo’s feed, the sun came out! So I grabbed the camera and headed outside for a walk. What a pretty town Strahan is, with the old buildings in the main street and the train station over the harbour at Regatta Point. The sunshine lasted about 15 minutes, then back to rain!
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After lunch and some sight seeing we gathered together for the drive to Zeehan. Once there some checked out the West Coast Heritage Centre and Mining Museum, while others opted to wander the streets. Poor Zeehan is not looking its best at the moment, very few people about and quite a few closed buildings along the main street, as well as a couple of very inanimate mine shaft wheels. The Gaiety Theatre, however, is looking magnificent and makes one imagine the glory times of Zeehan’s heyday. A wonderful place, Zeehan is filled with its own memories of times past, but those who walked the streets definitely needed their umbrellas!
Departure time from Zeehan had to be adhered to, as next stop was Tullah – and not via the usual route through Rosebery but the much longer touring route via the Reece Dam. What spectacular scenery through here, with alternate dense forest and sweeping views! The road never ceases to impress, espe-cially when it crosses the top of the Reece Dam, with amazing views a-plenty. After the dam, we found ourselves meandering through wonderful forest areas. I couldn’t believe how well Paul’s little Morris Major was performing during the day’s lengthy drive, he seems to have it running very well.
We arrived at Tullah Lakeside Lodge around 4.40pm, in foggy semi-darkness. I had heard about this place before, from Brendon who has stayed here. Developed from an old Hydro accommodation building, this has been turned into a lovely retreat, with reasonable prices – allowing ac-cess by average Tasmania families, unlike some of the other over priced places about. The rooms are very pleas-ant, with beautiful varnished timber dado walls, and very cosy inside despite the plummeting temperature outside. When in the dining room, one is presented with a magnifi-cent view over Lake Rosebery and its mountainous sur-rounds. We had a great evening meal, especially after a management error saw us receive a full price meal for the set-meal price we should have had!
Day 3 – Thursday 30 March
After a delicious continental breakfast we said so long to Paul and Kate, who were heading back to Burnie. Our destination was back to Queenstown, via an alternative route through the Lake Plimsoll area – what an amazing drive, if it weren’t for the occasional native tree, you could easily believe you had been transported to the highlands of Scotland with the magnificent lakes and craggy mountains! On our return to Queens-town we refuelled again and then headed across the street to the old Paragon Theatre, now restored, built in 1932 in the art deco style popular at the time. At this time we said goodbye to Cleve Allen who decided to head for home.
At the Paragon we met Anthony Coulson of Queenstown Heritage Tours. After an introductory talk Anthony and two of his staff ushered us out to three vehicles, to take us on a tour of the Lake Margaret Power Station. After a ten minute drive, we turned right off the main road and headed up a winding road, culminating at the power sta-tion. But, not just a power station, this area has more to offer. Firstly we were ushered into the old Lake Margaret community hall, where Anthony gave some history of the area. After distribution of umbrellas (yes, it was still rain-ing) we enjoyed a short walk to the old abandoned village where power station employees lived, way back in the mists of time. We were shown a small grave beside the path, an old lady who had lived in the village. She had left instructions that her grave be shown to visitors, and it be pointed out that she was the grandmother of Hawthorn star Grant Birchall!
View from Tullah Lakeside Lodge
Zeehan
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A real ghost town, the Lake Margaret cottages lay silent and lonely, with much decay evident. Boy, if these walls could speak I wonder what stories they would tell, generations of families grew up here and enjoyed a great community spirit, but all gone now. In fact, entry to this whole area is prohibited these days, unless on an official tour. We were permitted to go inside one of the cottages, the last one to be vacated. Inside we saw evidence of “luxury” living, meaning running water, flushing loo, and electricity! Luxury? Yes, be-cause other nearby communities had none of this, living very austere lives. A visit here really makes one aware of how easy we have it in modern times.
Next was a walk down a pathway lined with lush vegetation, and across to the power station. We split into two groups, one heading down a hill to view the spillway and huge wooden pipe, the other into the power station, then the groups swapped over. The station was originally built to power the copper mine, after the old steam engines were retired due to the loss of forest, cut down to fuel them. Inside, the generators are now modern and everything is owned by the Hydro. The lake itself is a considerable distance away over the top of the hill, out of view, with a big penstock delivering the water down to the station.
Then it was back to the community hall for a very welcome cup of tea or coffee, and cake. We admired the historic photos around the wall, and were interested by the old “Lake Margaret Badminton Club” score board and roster, still on the wall (the floor still displays its old badminton markings). At this point we moved some furniture and gathered everyone together for a group photo. We thank Anthony Coulson very much for this tour, it was worth every cent and is something one will likely never forget. Back to the vehi-cles, and on to Queenstown again. Once again inside the Paragon, we were treated to a delicious lunch of spaghetti bolognaise and sandwiches, followed by tea and coffee. We viewed a fascinating film about the history of the area, and had some time to wander around and check out the building. Upstairs, at the back of the gallery, is a row of plush leather lounges, with individual coffee tables, where the more well-to-do would sit to watch, back in the day. How the other half lived! Also, a step inside the old projection room revealed the presence of the original old projectors, huge!
As amazing as this building was, we had to tear ourselves away for the journey home, if we wished to arrive before midnight! Most people chose to rendezvous at the Hungry Wombat again, for a snack and break from driving, before heading for home, with Co-rolla’s clutch fortunately still functional, just.
A fantastic three days, and well done to those members who were brave and took their club vehicles. Forget the rain, everyone had such a great time. A big thank you to Harry Bluett for coming up with the idea, and organising it. Once again also, thanks to Bern Bradshaw for giving us access to his timber mill, and Anthony Coulson for the Lake Margaret tour.

– John

 

St. Patricks Day, Lindisfarne

A perfect autumn day to get into the Irish spirit
Members met at Simmons Park on the Lindisfarne Esplanade for a late afternoon get together with the colour green being a major element.
It’s amazing how many food types can be turned green!

Everything except the snags seemed to be green, including meringues, cakes, biscuits, chocolates and Helen’s delicious green jelly slice.
Members also made an effort with their green attire.
Following afternoon tea the time seemed to pass very quickly and before long the barbies were fired up for tea. A lovely way to spend an autumn afternoon. For some reason almost all opted for modern vehides on this occasion. It was great to have Geoff and Rose Whitton and their Mercedes with us, they are re-joining the club.

– John