If you have ever dreamed of flying, then you’d better head off to the historic town of Stanley in North-West Tasmania. The winds were so strong, that they nearly lifted this mighty heavy hephalump right off the ground like a kite. So, we’re talking about seriously heavy winds and by the end of the day, I could have inflicted grievous bodily harm to get hold of a hair elastic to contain the wilderness on top of my head. I’m not even going to try to describe what it was like trying to eat an ice cream with my hair whipping my face and going all over the ice cream. It was truly annoying…irritatingly annoying.It provides a different interpretation of having “lashings of ice cream”.
However, to be fair to Stanley, the weather was particularly bad that day. So, I wouldn’t necessarily say that Stanley is an exceptionally windy place, though I did spot this sticker…
By the way, for those of you who are into maps and can actually read and follow them, here’s a map of Tasmania and you can spot Stanley on the North-West coast.
Then, we headed into Stanley for lunch. I don’t know whether I’ve exactly pointed out how many times I’ve had fish & chips on this trip and how I’m keeping a bit of a log of their performance. So far, the fish & beer battered chips from Stanley are right up there with the best. They were exceptionally good and the fish melted in my mouth and the portions were also very generous.
Normally, I love alfresco dining, but the wind was so bad that sitting outside became a test of endurance. The wind was bad. Have I mentioned that yet?
Stanley is built into the hillside of a volcanic plug known as: The Nut. This very striking geographical feature helps give Stanley its own character and really adds to its appeal…along with its gorgeously quaint, historic cottages.
After lunch, we set off on foot to explore the town. That’s when we came across former Australian Prime Minister, Joe Lyons’ birthplace. The house has been turned into a museum and restored to its original condition with hand split timbers throughout the house etc.
While looking look through the museum, I was intrigued to find out that his grandmother was a Burke from Shanogolden, County Tipperary, Ireland. This is where Geoff’s Griffin family came from originally. A number of Griffins and Burkes married each other here so I’m curious to see if Geoff’s family has any connection with the former Prime Minister. It’s not something the family is aware of, but until proven otherwise, it’s still a possibility!
While we were in Stanley, we also wanted to check out the Stanley Hotel, which has a connection with Patrick Brehenny who married Ellen Griffin, Geoff’s grandmother’s aunt. It’s quite a building and of interest quite aside from the family connection.
Personally, although our family connections to these old buildings go back a long way, they have meaning for me. While I’m walking around trying to put myself into their shoes, I get that sense of talking walls . I can almost hear their whispers and feel their pulse. I love doing this, even though it can get a bit eerie and even painful at times. Some of these people led such hard lives, and I do absorb some of their grief. After all, I’m not made of stone. Yet, at the same time, I try not to hold onto these feelings. It’s supposed to be a case of slipping into their skin, walking around looking, breathing, sensing and then stepping out again. I need to let them go.
Speaking about letting it go, I’d better finish this off and get to bed. We’re off to Hobart’s famous Salamanka Markets in the morning.
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your right, your little boy is becoming a man…..he is really growing up….kat
He has definitely grown a lot on this trip and I’m interested to see you’ve noticed. I looked at him tonight and really felt like I’ve blinked and there have been monumental changes xx Ro
I was looking back at some of the pictures on the blog and it seems he has grown a foot for sure….
Kat, you’re very observant. I’m just glad I’m tall but he’s on his way past me. That’s for sure! xx Ro
Rowena, I am enjoying your a-z Tasmania journies. I did not do a-z this year but my wife is writing a-z poetry on our Uganda trip in March.
If you are interested check it out on moondustwriter.com.
Geoff has a great beard. I am getting there.
Take care of yourself and your family,
I’m so pleased you’re enjoying our trip around Tasmania. That’s one of the things I really love about blogging, that you can experience so much about another country from home. I can’t afford to go overseas at the moment. So, it bridges the gap and I meet so many interesting people from so many diverse cultures like yourself. I’ll head over and check out your wife’s blog now.
Good luck with the beard. My husband has strong genes on that front. Hope my son hasn’t inherited them. He’s 13 and barely a hair or pimple on his face. Not really for that yet.
Great post about Stanley! Love your windy shots but we had a perfect calm day when we were there!
Thanks, Debbie. I’ve been to Stanley twice and last time, it was great but this visit the winds were really bad, but there was a wind warning for the North coast so it was an exceptional day.
I must say that I was particularly stoked to have smooth sails across Bass Strait in both directions. That made up for it.
Because I commented about it earlier, I must not let your lead photo pass without applause. As expected, you look very astute in those spectacles.
Thanks very much, Gary. I’ve finally exposed myself. Or, are the glasses really more of a bizarre cover-up? Further investigation required.
Hope you have a great weekend.