Rockaria – The ELO Experience

Remember the Seventies? Of course you do! When Electric Light Orchestra - ELO - reigned supreme! Rockaria aims to recreate that sound with a selection of songs from ELO. 

I’d booked Capitol for dinner, as we’ve not been there in a while. They’re still producing quality food and drink. Wish they’d re-open at the weekends for brunch, though. We had bruschetta, oysters, prawn fettucine, pork belly, Eton mess and white chocolate cheesecake. Not all mixed into the same bowl. We then trotted up Courtenay Place to the Opera House. 

Rockaria does exactly what it says on the tin – a run through all the hits, early and late, of ELO, with a bit of Xanadu and three Travelling Wilburys songs thrown in for good measure (these being two of Jeff Lynne’s other projects – in fact Xanadu, sung by Olivia Newton John, was the only one to go to No. 1 in the charts). Unlike the classic line-up of ELO for most of their albums, this incarnation has but one violinist and no cellos, as opposed to two cellos and one violin. This put a lot of the pressure on their violist as he had to handle all the string parts – I suspect he was subtly assisted by the keyboardist and synthesiser player in this. They also had a lot more guitar, with lead, rhythm and acoustic all on stage, as well as the bass. 

As this is a cover band rather than the actual, setlist.fm doesn’t show them, but from memory I can tell you that they played Evil Woman, Roll Over Beethoven, Strange Magic, Livin’ Thing, Rockaria! Do Ya, Telephone Line, Turn To Stone, Mr Blue Sky, Sweet Talkin’ Woman, It’s Over, Don’t Bring Me Down, Last Train To London, All Over The World, Rock’n’Roll Is King, and probably some others too. Not necessarily in that order. As with other cover bands, they’re all very accomplished musicians and they’re clearly having a good time as well. It was a rollicking good night!   

East Coast

We made an early start on the final leg of our Tasmania adventure, heading back to Hobart via the Freycinet peninsula. We’d been recommended a vineyard called Devil’s Corner, so plugged that in to Sattie, and followed her lead. We arrived shortly after 10 o’clock and checked out the tasting room. No-one there. We looked at the price list, and everything seemed to be designed around actually drinking the wines rather than tasting. Still no-one seemed inclined to talk to us so, after a quick climb of the viewing tower which gives views over the bay to the Hazard Mountains, we departed and headed to Coles Bay instead. 

We arrived at the Visitor Centre and talked to the staff there. Unfortunately, the short walk from there was closed due to a tree fall, so instead we drove out to Cape Tourville, there to admire the lighthouse and walk around it. We also stopped off at Sleepy Cove, which should really be called Death Stairs Cove. We spotted a lizard and a grey fantail, but that was about it for wildlife. It’s very picturesque as well.

We headed in to Coles Bay town centre for fish and chips at The Icecreamery, because one of the top 10 things to do in Tasmania is eat fish and chips, apparently. It’s well-known that fish’n’chips was invented in New Zealand, and after being exported to England in the 19^th century, then spread around the world from there. Then we had ice cream.

The final leg took us down the east coast before heading inland and making our way to our final night’s accommodation, Lenna of Hobart hotel, a heritage hotel on the outskirts of the Salamanca waterfront. But inside it’s nice and modern, and has working wi-fi! After resting awhile we headed down to the restaurant and bar area. It was, however, Saturday night, so the first couple of places we liked the look of were completely full. We ended up at La Mensa, an Italian restaurant which was slightly at the budget end of expectations.

So that’s about it for our Tasmanian adventure. We fly back tomorrow.

 

Woolmers Estate

The rain had set in overnight and looked like it was going to stay for the rest of the day. Our objective for the day was to find out about Woolmers Estate. This involved going to the Visitor Centre. Called the Gregory Bob Nigel Peck Centre, this serves as reception for the cottages, guided tours, restaurant and gift shop.

It opened at 10:00am, so we drove round (because rain) even though it’s literally at the bottom of the cottage garden. But there’s no way through on foot. We went on the guided tour with Paul, as the only two guests – unsurprising for the time of year and weather conditions. Paul took us through the outbuildings, then into the main house, explaining the history of the family who built it.

Thomas I's bedroom

Marjorie (Mrs Thomas V) redecorated in pink and florals

Two brothers arrived from England and, under the system in place at the time, each established a farm next to each other across a river. Thomas Archer was granted (i.e. given, for free) 800 acres of prime land, allocated 8 convicts on assignment as workers, and the government helped with clearing the land of those pesky people who’d been living there for thousands of years. He named it Woolmers Estate, after a similar estate in his home county of Hertfordshire. Thomas Archer the First (there were six in total, all called Thomas Archer) built the original house in the style of an Indian bungalow – highly inappropriate to the Tasmanian climate. The second phase of building began 20 years later in 1840, and made the house into an Italianate style, with impressive reception rooms, designed by Thomas II.

 

Dining room. Queens Victoria and Elizabeth both dined here 

Marjorie's (Mrs Thomas V) golf clubs

A remedy for snake bites. It doesn't work

Medicine cabinet

Thomas II died of scarlet fever before he could inherit; the house passed to Thomas III, who took little interest in it, and also managed to piss away most of the money. Thomas IV didn’t do much either, and it was under Thomas V the house was restored – principally by his wife, Marjorie, who had the whole place redecorated, plumbing put in, and eventually electricity. It is in her style that the house remains today. For a long period before she arrived the house had stood vacant on the land. The final Thomas, VI, was her only son, and he never married, living in just two rooms in the house and not changing anything in the rest, which is how it comes to be so well preserved today. He bequeathed the house to what is now the Woolmers Foundation, which owns and runs the estate today. 

A Texas longhorn chair

Drawing room. White mantelpiece indicates it's for ladies

An epergne

After the tour we revisited the Visitor Centre, and had a hot chocolate. As the weather remained inclement, we eventually had lunch there, then, in a brief break in the rain, inspected the rose gardens. We chatted to the staff there who gave us recommendations for places to eat in Longford of an evening (there aren’t many). Unfortunately the place recommended had a sign in the door saying they were fully booked, so we ended up getting a Chinese takeaway.

Cradle Mountain

We said goodbye to Strahan for another cross-country journey – this time heading to Longford, near Launceston, for a two-day stay in a cottage on the Woolmers Estate. On the way, we headed up to Cradle Mountain to take in the sights there.

Cradle Mountain has a number of walks, of varying lengths and difficulties. Some folk go camping and hiking for days from there. As the name implies, it’s up a mountain, and the temperature was noticeably cooler when we parked the car. We took the shuttle bus to the first stop, and from there were about to embark on the walk to Knyvet Falls, when someone told us that there was a snake 100m up the track on the Enchanted Walk, so we took that instead. We didn’t spot the snake, though, probably because we were overtaken along the route by a gaggle of teenagers, which any self-respecting snake would have avoided. We kept our eyes and ears open, but, apart from some distant birdsong, there wasn’t much to be seen. It wasn’t until we reached the end and were heading back to the road that we found a wombat, just wandering through the seats and benches at the Peppers resort.

Wombat

We then located the Knyvet Falls track, and went back to plan A. Right at the beginning, Nicola spotted a flame robin, but by the time I’d located it and pointed my camera it had gone. We continued to hear their calls but none came low enough to see, let alone photograph. We reached the Pencil Pine Falls, and then the Knyvet Falls, which unfortunately aren’t really visible from the track. We headed on a bit further in the hopes of being able to see the falls, but to no avail. What we did come across, however, was a pademelon, just by the side of the track, so it was worth the effort of going on a bit further.

 

Pencil Pine Falls

Knyvet Falls

Pademelon

Just as we were heading for the bus back to the Visitor Centre, a lorry load of contractors arrived and started blocking off the road. We got to the bus stop, boarded, and the driver drove off…for about 100m before he had to stop. The road was completely blocked, and the contractors were busy resurfacing a section of the road! After a bit of toing and froing on the radio, and talking to the chief contractor, who told the driver he was going to be there for 30 or 40 minutes minimum, we all got off the bus, walked 100m past where they were working, and boarded another bus on the other side. Phew! We were able to get back to the VC and went to the café for a quick lunch.

We then hit the road again, and eventually reached our cottage in late afternoon. We located the key from the locked box, figured out how to get to the cottage, and got inside. So far, so good. It’s one of a number of cottages available for rent on the site, the rest of which are all grouped together a little further down the road. We’re in the Gardener’s Cottage, and, being separate from the rest, it appears we have no internet coverage here. We went down to the other cottages and were able to pick up the wi-fi there, so we’ll investigate in the morning once there’s someone to ask about this. Otherwise we’ll just have to keep whizzing down there every time we want to get online.    

The other feature of the cottage is that there’s no breakfast provided, so we headed into Longford, found an IGA, and picked up enough supplies for the next two days.

In the evening, we’d booked a restaurant in Launceston. This is about a 25 minute drive from the cottage, and we weren’t sure of parking, so we set out early. Just as well we did, as we missed the turn-off into the restaurant car park, and had to find a way to turn around to get back. We made it, and were still 10 minutes early. The restaurant, Stillwater, is in fact one of the best in the city, and we had oysters (natch!), tiger prawn dumplings, wallaby and lamb rump, followed by caramelised honey parfait.

Now we’re back at the cottage, I’ve no idea when I’m actually going to post this.

 

Strahan

Strahan (“Strawn”) is a small village, population 634, and we’re staying here two nights. Why? There are four things to do in Strahan, one of which is closed at the moment. We’re doing two of the other three. Here they are:

1.       Gordon River cruise. We’re not doing this.

2.       Hogarth Falls. Currently closed.

3.       Western Wilderness Railway. We did this in the morning.

4.       The Ship That Never Was – Australia’s longest-running play. We did this in the evening.

The Western Wilderness Railway is a railway that was built to transport copper ore from where it was found, on Mount Lyell, down to the coast at Strahan, there to be taken to wherever they did things with copper ore. We boarded the train at 10:00am at Regatta Point, and were welcomed by our coach host, Isobel, who promptly provided us with a glass of Tasmanian sparkling wine and a plate of canapes. As we set off, we were treated to a running commentary on the history of the railway. Back in the 1890s, gold was discovered in the mountains behind Strahan, and some people came to mine it. They didn’t find much, but enough to keep on reinvesting their profits in the hope of striking it big. They never did. However, an enterprising chap called Bowes Kelly sent some of the samples for analysis, and found that, whilst there wasn’t much gold in them, there was plenty of copper. He kept quiet about this and made a low-ball offer to the gold miners for their claim. This was accepted, and his company, Broken Hill Proprietary, started to mine the copper.

One thing he needed was a reliable way to get the copper from the mountains down to the coast, and this is how the railway was built – hewn through the forest and rock, excavated by hand with picks and shovels by a team of some 500 men, paid 6 shillings a day. 18 months later there was a railway from Queenstown to Strahan, and production could begin in earnest. The company, now known as BHP Group, formerly BHP Billiton, is the largest mining company in the world. As Paul Kelly once sang in an entirely different context, “from little things, big things grow”.

As we ascended the train line, following the King river, we were treated to more history, and also a pumpkin scone. It took about an hour to reach our destination, the station at Lower Landing. There we had a honey tasting, which had been explained on the train – leatherwood honey is the local specialty - then we had a guided walk through the forest, with our guide telling us about the pollution of the river due to the tailings from the mine, which were full of heavy metals, totally killing anything in and around the river banks; and the gradual recovery since the mine closed in 1994, with emphasis on the plant life surrounding the river, which is slowly regenerating.

We reboarded for the journey back to Regatta Point, this time at the back of the train (we’d been right at the front, behind the engine, on the way up). This afforded us unobstructed views out of the back of the train as we retraced our way back to Strahan. 

It was quicker getting back, because downhill. We finished up with a sweet treat of leatherwood honey nougat and a chocolate made with local gin and pepperberry. We finished up back at the station, at lunchtime. We didn’t actually want any lunch, so we headed back to the hotel to change into more summery attire, as it was warming up quite nicely by this stage. We then headed out to check that the track to Hogarth Falls really was closed, as Uncle Google alleged (it was), then went to explore the CBD of Strahan, and have a beverage and a slice.

In the evening we headed down to the Richard Davey amphitheatre to see Australia’s longest-running play, The Ship That Never Was. Based on a true story, this is the dramatization of the last ship built at the convict settlement on Sarah Island, and how !!Spoiler alert!! It was taken over by the convicts, who sailed away to Chile. After the escape some of the convicts were recaptured and sent back to Van Diemen’s Land, to be tried for piracy. The Ship That Never Was is the story of their defence. There are only three actors, so they co-opt members of the audience into the production; I was cast as Captain Taw, the drunken Captain who was bludgeoned during the take-over. It’s all played for laughs, panto style, but the underlying story is serious.

As the play ended we could hear rain starting to rattle on the canvas cover over the seating, so we hot-footed it up to Risby Cove for dinner, arriving somewhat damp. There we had oysters (again) and scallops, gnocchi and steak. I’d asked what the market fish was, expecting some Tasmanian delicacy. “Salmon” came the answer. I mean, salmon schmalmon. For all I know they haven’t served salmon all year, and thought it would make a nice change. Anyway, I had what turned out to be a rather indifferent sirloin. Ah well.

We move on tomorrow to another historic location.

 

Cross Country

We rose at lark o’clock to make an early start. Today’s mission was to cross the island from east to west – fortunately not at its widest point – and reach our second destination, the village of Strahan on the west coast of Tasmania. We’d investigated some places to stop along the way.

 We managed to get away despite the Hobart rush hour traffic (yes, that’s a thing), and drove uphill to the central highlands, to our first stop at Russell Falls at Mount Field National Park. The falls are on a 20 minute loop track, so we wandered along that looking out for wildlife along the way. We could hear birds in the trees but nothing came very close to us – certainly not close enough to positively identify. After a break and a beverage, we drove off on a longer leg of the journey, which would take us to Derwent Bridge.

Russell Falls

 

A big tree

As we approached Derwent Bridge we spotted The Hungry Wombat café, and decided that looked as good a place as any to stop for lunch. Toasted sammies and chips! We’re living the high life! A minute away from the café is an art installation called The Wall In The Wilderness, which is a Thing To Do, so we went in and had a look. This is a carved wooden frieze work in progress by sculptor Greg Duncan. It’s housed in a long building, and is a depiction of his interpretation of the history of Australia. Parts of it are unfinished – he says, sometimes deliberately so, sometimes bit that he plans to come back to later…or not, depending on how the whim takes him, I guess. At the beginning there’s an entreaty from the artist to not take pictures, invoking copyright law, and saying to disrespect this is “UnAustralian”. Got bad news for you, mate. I’m not Australian, and harbour no ambition to become one, so your plea falls on deaf ears.

It was a good job we stopped at the café, as our onward journey revealed the size of the Derwent Bridge CBD…basically, that was it. Our next stop was at the Franklin River Nature Trail, another loop walk of around 20 minutes, and again we tried to spot some of the wildlife, but to no avail.

Our final call was at Nelson Falls. This location is home to the pink robin, apparently – a close relative of the New Zealand toutouwai, or North Island robin. Again, we could hear some twittering in the trees, but clearly they haven’t adopted the behaviour of their New Zealand cousins, who will come right up to and even hop onto your boots on occasion. So no birds, but the waterfall was cool.

After that, it was straight to Strahan. I say “straight”, but it was along twisty, winding roads. Fortunately we didn’t encounter any traffic on the road apart from at the beginning, when the car that pulled out in front of us had spotted a sign that said “55kmh”, but failed to register the “From Dusk Till Dawn” part of the sign, in an attempt to protect wildlife at night. Judging by the carnage we’d seen at the side of the roads for the last few days, this isn’t particularly effective. Anyway, we zoomed past them at the earliest opportunity.

Strahan is a small village, originally built for cargo and as a passenger port, then a fishing port. Nowadays it is a tourist place, for the West Coast Wilderness Railway and river tours. We’re staying at Franklin Manor, a house built in 1896 for the harbourmaster, now converted to a hotel. It doesn’t provide evening dining so we walked along the waterfront In the evening to View 42°, one of a handful of restaurants serving the other accommodation sites in town, and had a seafood buffet where we dined on oysters, smoked salmon and prawns to start, calamari and Portuguese fish, salads and noodles.   

 

Cascades Female Factory

Today was a more relaxed day. Our first appointment was a mere six minutes’ drive away, so we took our time in the morning before driving to Cascades Female Factory.

This is not, as you might think, a factory where women are made. No, it’s just a polite world for prison. Women and girls as young as 10 were deported to Van Diemen’s Land, as Tasmania was then known, in their thousands, and nearly half of them arrived at Cascades.

Our guide, Matthew, gave us the history of the place, the reasons why it was built there (cost, unsurprisingly), and the conditions under which the women lived, which were atrocious. It was not a happy tale. He detailed the class system that operated in the prison, the gang that ran the show inside, called the “flash mob”, and the ways in which women could escape. There were two: serve your time (a minimum of 7 years if you were deported), or get married. Some of the First Class prisoners were allowed to leave the prison daily, and work for an outside employer, often as servants (except they weren’t paid…what’s the word for that?). These were known as “assignments” and were meant to rehabilitate the women and enable them to learn a “trade” – servanting. It was also an opportunity to find a husband. Once married, however, the original sentence still had to be served – the husband effectively became the gaoler.

Matthew also detailed the building of the blocks – five were built in total, and the reasons for each one. When the prison finally closed, the building were sold off, and the government tried to eradicate all evidence of their existence to remove the “convict stain”. Whilst these days having convict forebears is celebrated by Aussies, at the end of the 19^th and beginning of 20^th centuries it was still considered shameful and no-one wanted to be reminded of the past.

It wasn’t until the end of the last century that anyone started to take an interest in the history of the prisons, and raised money to buy up what was the last remains of Cascades. These are now a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and focus specifically  on the plight of women in the penal system. 

Well, that was cheery.

We headed round the corner to another thing that Cascade is known for – its brewery, which has been there since 1830. We had lunch at the brew pub of a platter of cheese and meats, washed down with their beer of the month, a hazy XPA.   

Our next mission was to get to the top of Mount Wellington, the peak that overlooks Hobart. We drove up to the top and got out of the car – it was absolutely perishing! Temperatures at the top are typically 10°C lower than in the city, and there was also a freezing wind adding to the chill factor. We looked around, admired the view, read the information plaques, then hurried back down to warmer climes below.

Back at sea level, we took a brief shimmy around the Maritime Museum, which has stories and models of ships and other nautical paraphernalia which are relevant to Hobart, including a model of the SS Lake Illawarra, which crashed into the Tasman Bridge over the Derwent River that bisects the city, bringing down a section and cutting the city in half. All very interesting.

We decided to go for Greek for dinner, heading up Murray Street to Urban Greek, where we had their signature banquet with all the favourites, all very tasty.