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The last (?) ride before winter hibernation

That’s right, this will be one of the last, if not The last ride we get in before winter really hits. It is getting pretty cold out there at the moment.
So fore-going our usual ‘coffee run’ we instead decided to head north to Deloraine and visit my sister.

Route:Middleton to Dairy Plains via Cressy & Longford.

Weather: typical Tasmanian Autumn – mildly overcast, some sun, windy, bloody cold.

Distance and time: 275 km, 3.5 hrs. Leave home 9.30, arrive 1.30. Leaving 3pm, arrive home 7.30.

Stops: Bridgewater for warm-up stop 30 mins, Campbell Town 15mins, Longford 15mins petrol.
Stops on way home. Perth, 30mins, Hobart 30 mins.

We woke to freezing cold, frost on the ground and some sunshine. We had the opportunity to decide not to but we rarely change our mind once we’ve decided to do something, and off we set.
The weather in the northern suburbs of Hobart was foggy and cold, and we were no already frozen before we’d really left, so a quick stop for a warming coffee. Nothing beats warming the insides when the air is biting. Crossing the bridge through the fog brought the word cold to a whole new level, even if it did look pretty cool.
Briefly warmed up we set off and while there were some (small) warm pockets in the sunshine, it was mostly cold. Cold air is one thing, but moving at 100km/hr + is colder still and I think we felt every last bit of it.

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A pit stop at Campbell Town before heading off, this time taking a side road with lots of nice corners and dips, before stopping at Longford for petrol. Straight roads are good but bends are better. Loads more fun.
The final stretch took us back onto the highway then the back roads to Dairy Plains.

This map shows the main highway route rather than the one we took as it wouldn’t highlight all the parts I wanted, and then there is a part missing in the map as well. The route we took is from where it starts at the bottom, along both light shaded parts, jointing where the road number is, rather than going back to the highway.

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There’s nothing like puppies jumping at your feet, a roaring fire, coffee and lunch to make you feel warm inside. And a good catch up with your sister.

Back on the road at 3, the evening temperature drop was already in its way and I knew it would beat cold trip home. Stopping at Perth, 4pm, for a petrol top up and calling home before getting back on the bike.

My body has become accustomed to the way of sitting on the bike and does not hurt so much the next day anymore. Mind you, after 5 hours of sitting on the bike and you feel every bump on the road. From tail bone, it rattles it’s way up your spine and vibrates into your head. We stuck to the highway and it was noticeable how few bikes were out and about. Hmm, I’m not surprised.

The further south we went, the darker it got, and I got that familiar thought going through my head. Now don’t get me wrong, I love riding pillion, and while it gets as boring as the car, because I’m not in control I still love it, and am always happy to jump on board. But every now and then I have this strange thought, “what am I doing one here?” The I would never have thought seriously about getting on a bike and yet, here I am, zipping along on top of two wheels and an engine, in the wide open space that is outside. A car will never give you this freedom, there is something wild and crazy and beautiful about being completely outside like this. Then, as it got darker, I had that same thought, it’s dark and here I am riding around on the back of the bike. I think it’s still the whole amazement that I have done this and am loving it so much. I hate roller coasters, but put me on the back of a bike at speed and I’m loving it.
And riding at night is pretty cool. Not sure how often I want to do it, but especially through town, I love it. I’ve said it before, but you see so much more when on the bike, a whole new perspective. And driving through Hobart, done it a thousand times, but last night was an eye opener, almost like seeing it for the first time.

Back to the trip. Where as I? Oh yeah, we stopped at Perth and then kept going til we hit Hobart. Crossing the bridge at Bridgewater (sounds really obvious when written like that) was just as cold as the morning, but we skipped through the train crossing a split second before the lights went on. Thankfully, I wasn’t prepared to stop in there cold.
Coming through the city, we took a right turn instead of straight through and then across a couple of blocks, finishing at Maccas for a coffee.
Now, this is a mere 40mins rote mum home, surely we could have kept going? Well that’s what hubby said, but we both agreed, we would have fallen off the bike at the house, and having a rest meant the last forty km was comfortable and didn’t feel like 140. Makes a huge difference to how you feel.

I write this on Saturday, it’s taken me all day mind you. We’ve visited friends, done some shopping, washed the dog, and getting organised for our road trip tomorrow. I’m going to love it, and will hopefully there will be some fantastic pictures to show you. A little big piece of Tasmanian history.
Friday was great, Saturday busy but relaxing, and Sunday… we shall see.
Have a great rest of your weekend, a happy Mother’s Day to all mums out there.

Jennifer 🙂

Where I live

For any non Tasmanian readers (or those unlucky enough to have not been this far south, and any new readers who don’t know) this is the best picture to illustrate where I live.
The other side of Bruny Island (to the right hand side) is the Tasman Sea which stands between us and New Zealand.

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And the view I have while on my verandah…which most of you have seen before.

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Sunny days ahead 🙂
Jennifer

A Picture Essay – where I live


 

and some shots from the Royal Hobart Botanical Gardens….

Keep smiling and take time to smell the roses 🙂
Jennifer

A new house…. again.

It’s time again..to move house.  You’d think in the last couple of months after moving and then house sitting I wouldn’t want to do it all again.  Packing and unpacking.  you know what, I actually don’t mind it.  Probably because I’ve done it so many times, I’m not so bad at it.  Pretty organised actually.

We were prepared with either house sitting or caravaning for 6 months onward to save a few dollars but it’s only been 6 weeks and we are ready for our own place already.   I think we’re supposed to have our own house and space….  So after just a week of checking out rentals on the internet we saw a house – perfect! – that had just come up and after looking through all the pictures knew we had to have it.

New house at Middleton

Organising to look over the property we also picked up the application form so if we really liked it we would be able to hand it in straight away.  Which is exactly what we did.  A bedroom each for the boys and an ensuite for me.. being the only girl I like to have some kind of privacy in the bathroom.  The shagpile carpet is very 70’s in it’s colouring and a pain to vacuum is just lovely on the feet.  The kitchen that was rather kitsch in decor and smallish included a walk-in pantry!  Then there’s the laundry – my sort of laundry – huge with lots of space and an entry from the carport makes it perfect for those wet days with the groceries.

I was trying to be nice and not take over the living room (like I did in Isa) with my beading but hubby stated that since he wouldn’t be there most of the time it wouldn;t be an issue.  Plus he doesn’t want me in the shed – way down the back of the block – which is fine by me.  I have picked a space that is near one of the bay windows which will give me huge amounts of natural light.  There is lots of lawn and space for the boys to go silly and enough places for me to go walking up and down hills.

That’s another thing… it is on top of a hill – good for great veiws etc but it means wherever I go walking I will, with one exception have an uphill walk to get home.  Just means I work harder and get fitter that little bit quicker… well I hope so anyway.  Then there’s the view.  Just gorgeous.  Overlooking the D’entracasteaux Channel and Bruny Island while facing east means there will be plenty of spectacular sunrises and also the chance for lovely sunsets too.  I’m a sucker gor a good sunrise/set, the colours along with the clouds and water make them even better.

 

So with three weeks til 1) hubby returns and 2) parents return and want their house back, I will be repacking books and beads and toys back into the boxes that weren’t damaged and getting ready to go again.  One small thing, although hubby will be home for 9 days this time there will only 4 where we can actually move into the house before he has to fly out again.  Which will leave me to do the bulk of it – as usual – once  he’s gone.  Like I said, I don’t mind, I’ve done it enough times, and I kind of enjoy the finding of places for everything and the chance to set things up…

 

I will hopefully find some piccie to show you before we move in, but I took one today of it from the road… showing how private it is from the highway.  Which suits us just fine.

Til next time, keep smiling 🙂
Caio, Jennifer