109/366 Bothwell
Bothwell is a town in the centre of Tasmania and is famous for two things: home of the oldest golf course in the Southern Hemisphere and the annual spin in. Of course, there are lots of other things to do while in Bothwell.
using my camera more often
Bothwell is a town in the centre of Tasmania and is famous for two things: home of the oldest golf course in the Southern Hemisphere and the annual spin in. Of course, there are lots of other things to do while in Bothwell.
In Australia this is a cattle grid often put between paddocks to stop cattle and sheep moving from one paddock to another but allowing cars to go across without having to open and shut gates.
What is this called in your country?
Black faced sheep found on a property between Ouse and Bothwell while I was following a gravel road.
While travelling in Canada, I was often on a gravel road.
Here in Tasmania, you can also suddenly be changing from tarred to gravel in the wink of an eye. Often these gravel roads will lead to farmhouses or be link roads between two major highways.
Here in Tasmania we have lots of arguments relating to plantation forests, re-growth forests and pristine wilderness. Many areas of Tasmania have pine or gum plantations on them. They might look nice while they are growing but when it comes time to cut them down, an awful mess can be seen. If the plantation was close to the road, it doesn’t give a good impression to visitors in Tasmania.
Whenever my father leaves a comment here, he uses the name Snowy Bob because of his snowy white hair, but he is also into nomenclature. So Snowy Bob, who is Black Bob?
Wow! I nearly got one month behind. As I publish this post it is really May 9th, but luckily I can change the date for when this was published so it looks like it was created on 11th April.
A great regrowth for this 366 image blog, just like this gum tree regrows again after being cut down.
As some of you may know, I am into genealogy and looking after my family history. I have been doing some research into my maternal side and found a couple of relatives didn’t have headstones. This led mum and her oldest relatives making small memorial stones to place where the headstones should have been.
Today, mum, dad and I went to the Cornelian Bay Cemetery to cement in the memorial stones.
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday tasteach,
Happy birthday to me.
Today we went to a little restaurant in Lachlan, in the Derwent Valley near New Norfolk. We celebrated 3 birthdays – my aunt on the 7th, me on the 9th and my mum on the 17th.
I wonder if any of my visitors knows what grows in these fields. A few clues – near Bushy Park, grows tall on strings, needed for beer.
No more clues – time to guess.