Hobart and the Derwent river. Australia 1885 old antique map plan chart
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Adventures Across Time. View Product. Amani's River. Bloodline Of A Mafia. I would like to welcome everyone to a small town call varnville in South Carolina. Perhaps the remnants of those great flocks are still sizeable and are occupying themselves elsewhere. Even as I approached the Sandy Bay-Taroona boundary which I assumed was the bend in the road near the Truganini Reserve , I was still pretty clueless as to my precise whereabouts but I did know I was about to leave Sandy Bay, and so, to illustrate the difference between the rivulets of the past and the present, a final quote:.
One of the greatest advantages of the river-side suburb was the clean water from its many little streams. The Hobart Town Rivulet was already a miasma of rotting carcasses and filth, spreading disease and death, and the merchants in Hobart Town saw the advantages in moving their families out of the township. A little path descended beside it and I walked a short way up it and looked about — and came face to face, yet again, with my blindness to landscape.
There was a park up there. And this modest rivulet had clearly enjoyed making itself a deep bed. This was precisely where the road curved and Taroona began. I have driven along Sandy Bay Road a zillion times, thinking about a zillion different things but never about the green space on the downward slope of that bend in the road. It would once have contributed delicacies from the mountain top to the river it was merging with.
Cartwright Point is pretty and has the feeling of a private beach. It was nice to linger. I could not have been happier. In Kyoto the leaves were turning. We were close to shrines, big and small, that honour the Bodhisattva Kannon who is intimately linked to the Sumida River. The first shrine was made of straw. I sympathise with the river now. Yet this has always been a popular beach, even when, in the s, it was barely there at all.
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This once magnificent beach had become a desultory shadow of its previous self and I think that those who still came here were in love with a memory. Before the convict ships arrived to set up camp Long Beach was called Kreewer and the Mouheenener had a summer camp in this sheltered spot.
In those days the beach was wide and backed by small dunes. Picture a bark kayak, exquisitely woven dilly bags full of the jewels of the sea, children playing on the sand. The land was flat and shaded behind the beach, a great spot for huts as well as some easy hunting, and there was a handy stream.
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The forests they tended, the trees that were their totems, were knocked down to make way for an alien landscape of farmland, divided up between fences that ran all the way down into the river. Shooting expeditions from town, well recorded by the Rev Robert Knopwood, had rendered the emu extinct and chased the frightened animals that still survived further away from European settlements. At that point the odd little handfish that moves about on its fins and inhabits the lower bays of the Derwent, still enjoyed an easy life in this beautiful bay.
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The beach was so accommodatingly wide and so beautiful see links to early photos below , that it served as a place to promenade, socialise and relax, and to enjoy the regatta that finally found a home here, or the start of a horse race. There were petitions. There were meetings. Francis Cotton, in , noticed that the sea level was rising on Long Beach.
This area is often a gourmet adventure because there are cafes, making it, in summer, a great place for an evening pizza or a day time coffee, or a place to come on a Friday evening to enjoy the summer market. Kayakers launch from here and seek refuge as well when conditions on the river turn wild.
They took off all their clothes and plunged en masse into the freezing water of the Derwent just on sunrise. When I arrived at the beach a good two hours after this, apart from footprints in the sand, there were no clues that this midwinter event had taken place. I looked. I contemplated. Then I went home to a hot coffee and a warm bowl of porridge. The frost still lingered but my kitchen was snug with the wood fire roaring.
The Sandy Bay Sailing Club is prominent above the dunes. It, along with its parking area inhabit the dunes and the area behind them. Sandy Point, back in the s, had smuggling coves to the right of it and smuggling coves to the left. One of these ships was the Thomas. Hanley and three other crew members were the only ones on board at the time. As they stood near the poop the fire reached the magazine and their was a massive explosion. Somehow the sailors escaped with their lives. Goc, Many a time I have with my young companions mounted the ribs of the old ship, which stood on the sands, a place which to get at now would be in 20ft water.
The fire may have been caused by a smuggler dissatisfied with his deal, a mutinous crew member or, for all we know, the captain himself. Some boats adorned themselves in nautical finery. We forgot to take off our fenders but by the time we realised this we were relaxing at the rendevouz off Nutgrove Beach and having imbibed a wine or two were feeling too mellow to care that we had not kept up appearances.
As this was the first time I was skippering on an opening day we stayed on the edge of the fleet, detouring under the bridge, confusing ourselves over the instructions until order was established in the fleet. We dropped our anchor at the back of the fleet, by now mostly rafted up together off the beach, and I lined us up with a group of large boulders off Maning Reef, clearly much loved by cormorants.
The tide was low and the coastline had a surprise for me. Lords Bay had spread itself out. As we drank wine and picnicked and the talk turned to rugby, I discussed its changed appearance with E who knew this stretch in all its variations better than me. Had it even been red? Here are some more photos of the Maning Reef section of the walk that I took with my trusty iphone 5s. Their owners cheery commands for them to return grow ever more plaintive as small crowds gather and their dogs recede into the distance.
This beach suffered along with Short Beach because early settlers removed a large amount of sand from here too. In some earlier documents it also seems to have been known as Long Beach. Further adding to the confusion, the Derwent Estuary Program, in a map locating monitoring sites, divides it into Nutgrove East and Nutgrove West but perhaps this is only for the purposes of checking water quality.
Whatever, it can do your head in. Its current name comes from a small orchard of walnut trees that used to be attached to Nutgrove House on the land behind it. The house, built in the s, still exists today. I vaguely knew the beach was there when I first came to Hobart because you can see it at certain points along Sandy Bay Road but I largely ignored it in favour of the ocean beaches.
I was also understandably confused about what it was called until a friend set me straight when suggesting a group of us meet there. The pink historic house with the Iceberg roses, the driveway with the wooden carport, transport me to France every time and the dogs are always full of anticipation, which is catching. You walk past various flowering plants in summer and then turn to take the steps where the nasturtium grows, and there is the jetty, the splendiferous river and the moored yachts.
You need the tide on your side walking Nutgrove Beach. This is sobering. In that first race was run. Fierce debate began appearing in the newspapers with various observations of increased sea level rise being used to explain the descent of fences into the river. Some writers had a fine sense of coastal processes, noting shifts in currents and the carriage of sand because of the changes being wrought in Sullivans Cove — wharfs and buildings, redirected rivulets, for instance.