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bike road trip – day 2

Route: Dairy Plains to Kingston (Middleton) via Oatlands (small detour off highway).

Weather: wet wet and more wet with wind thrown in for good measure.

Distance and time: 300km and 4.5hrs – leaving 11am arriving home 3.30om.

Stops: Oatlands for lunch, 1 hr.

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Day two started ominously, with rain and a temperature that would be more inducive to log fires, movies and not going out on motorcycle. But we had to leave and it was what it was.
The evening before my brother in law and hubby took the bike out for a spin and hubby returned with an interesting comment. He said he now has a new respect for me as a pillion and I do well to hang on and handle the way he corners. He has never been a pillion before so it was good for him to see what it’s like. He has said he likes how I ride, as he often has to touch my leg to make sure I’m still there. 😉

Before we left, we checked out their dairy and all the cows. Donning my waterproof bike pants, boots and a hi-vis jacket (all jackets used were hi-vis) and off we went to feed the bobbies. The baby boy calves that are good for a about 5 days before the truck comes to take them off to slaughter. Veal being the result. Because the calves are taken straight from their parents mother we have to teach them how to feed. This means man handling them a bit. Straddling them, dipping hands into the hot milk in the feeder, putting your fingers into their mouths and hoping they start sucking to them get them on the teat at the feeder. Some of them are stubborn buggers and took a bit to get going, others were quite easy going. And, as silly little boys do, there was pushing and shoving along the way.
There was one sick calf, and as is the way on a farm, and especially in business, it had to be put down. Not a nice sight, but such is the circle of life.

Another coffee at the house and sorting our gear, putting everything into plastic bags for added protection we got ready to head home.
Just before 11 we suited up, hubby started the bike and with an extra pair of gloves on I climbed aboard.
What can I say. It was cold and wet, and the highway was busy.
I was warm enough for the first hour and then the gloves become over saturated with water (better than mine, but not totally waterproof), my bum was becoming increasingly numb. I couldn’t move without it hurting and I was getting cold. Hubby was intent on getting back to Hobart as quickly as possible, and so was I but there is only so much I can take before something gives.
By the time Oatlands was coming into view I was a wreck and made very pointed gestures that i wanted to pull over and NOW. Once we stopped. I actually couldn’t get off. It took a bit and I tried stripping things off as quickly as in could in between tears of frustration and sinking into the bench outside the public loos.
Hubby found the bakery and I was not getting back on the bike so I walked down the street.
We were going to eat outside under the verandah but after needing to go inside to order, we snavelled a table by the fire and put out gloves to warm and dry a little. Thawing out quite nicely we took an hour for lunch then back out into the cold. The weather had not let up at all.

The rest of the trip was a blur of cars, rain and the spray from passing trucks headed the other way.
Into Hobart and out the other side to collect my car. I have never been so happy to see my car. As it was still raining I had to strip pants and boots off in the car, (just a bit awkward) then remembered my other shoes were in the boot so I drove home in socks with the heater at a cosy 24C.

More hot drinks and hogging of the heater to warm up while my boys cooked dinner.
I enjoy going away and I love coming home, but I’ve not loved coming home so much as I did this time. I may grumble about it but I did enjoy the ride, the trip and what we did.
Next time we do a trip with weather remotely like this the bike will have a gel seat (designed for comfort and long trips) and we will both be in full winter/waterproof bike gear.

Jen 🙂

Scallop Pie – TKO Bakery Oatlands

Twice this week I’ve had the pleasure of testing out 2 new scallop pies, and I can say this one surpasses pretty well all that have come before it.
Oatlands is approximately halfway between us and Launceston or Mole Creek where we stayed on Wednesday night (see my road trip post) and a much needed stop on our return home.
The weather was wild and we were cold.
The bakery was warm and cosy, the pies and coffee hot and delicious.

There are signs along the highway promoting the pies at this bakery, but not stating their ‘best of’ status. When talking to other travellers you will hear about this bakery and the Ross one is equal terms.

There were two choices of scallop pie on the menu – curry or creamy. I thought this was a good idea as not everyone is after a curry pie, even though mostly are not overly hot or spicy.
I chose the creamy as something different and hubby’s decision made the order two.
Camping ourselves at a table near the wood heater to thaw out and warm up cold wet gloves we started on the coffee in wonderful large mugs easy to cup and warm chilly fingers.
The pies came out and looked fabulous. The cutlery and crockery was all mis-matched which blended nicely with the decor of the cafe. Casual and homely.

To the pie.
1: 5 stars.
2: 5 stars
3: 5 stars
4: 5 stars
5: 5 stars.

Overall score. Best pie yet. 5/5
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Not the best picture, it was browner in the flesh.

The scallops were plump and tasty, and perfectly cooked. Encased in a delicious pastry which was flaky, but not excessive, cooked to perfection with no raw or burnt bits. The sauce was beautiful. A creamy, but not overly rich sauce with fresh herbs (definitely home made as hubby found a whole ‘tree’ of herb in his) that added a subtle fresh home made flavour to it. There was just the right amount without being too runny or thick. The value for money was equally as good, at $7 it is a well rounded pie. I think this will become a favourite stop for us in the future.

Bridges – another picture essay…

The other week when C and I were starting our (soon-to-fail-but-unbeknownst-to-us) road trip we passed through several small historical towns that have beautiful bridges. Plus another with a very cool Windmill, used for the milling of flour way back when.

Richmond.

oldest bridge still in use in Australia

After Richmond and continuing up the highway we came to Oatlands.

 

From Oatlands it was a short drive north to the lovely leafy town of Ross.  And a late lunch(?) of ice cream…

hmmm... headless ducks.

hmmm... headless ducks.

and a Church out on it's own on the top of the hill.

Keep smiling 🙂
Jennifer

Heading North

After a minor delay we eventually headed north about 1pm.  A short diversion to the historic town of Richmond (the oldest bridge in Australia), then hit the highway to Oatlands – with the Windmill – Ross (more bridge), through Evandale, the place of Lavendar, Penny Farthing Races and (I’m assuming) the home of Glover, the originator of a Prestigious Landscape Art Award.

Into Launceston, we find a motel, head out to a fab pub where Angus burgers and a great Rump steak were on the menu. Yum!

Then it was chillin’ out and eating TimTams.
Tomorrow night will be with my sister (the one on the dairy farm).

A picture post will be added in the near future. There are many to choose from.

Keep smiling, we’re happy 🙂
Jennifer