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IMG_4528 - St Johns Anglican Church And Graveyard, Buckland, Tasmania . . .
Best viewed on black
On a visit to Tasmania and heading down the East Coast we come to Orford, a unique little fishing village, 50 klms from Hobart. We were coming from Launceston in Northern Tasmania, and we ventured out east to the coast at St Helens, then on down the coast through Bicheno, Coles Bay, Triabunna (both fishing village and a now disused wood chip loading facility), Swansea and Orford, all delightful places in Tasmania. Being on the East Coast of this magical little island (I was born in Tasmania so I am VERY BIASED) it is mostly calm unless there is an easterly about. Were I at Queenstown on the rugged West Coast, then I would be subject to wind and storms, nevertheless still a beautiful part of Tasmania.
At Orford we turned right to head to Hobart. On the way we come through the delightful little town called Buckland. Here there is a magnificent church, called St John the Baptist Anglican Church with its beautiful sandstone walls and fence, incredible stained glass windows, and wonderful interior. Here is a link for you to peruse . . .
www.think-tasmania.com/buckland/
Behind the church is this delightful cemetery where both Rosey and I love to stop and look, endeavouring to find the oldest grave, the youngest grave and there were some young ones here too and we both try to visualise what it must have been like here 150 or so years ago, the harshness of living tehre, the isolation, etc. When I see a person who has attained a ripe old age butied I can equate to my own life and what I have achieved in my lifetime. When I see a young child who succumbed to death at a very early age, I wonder what may have lain in front of that child, or whether they were taken because they were sick and having passed on they would be free from suffering, or whether that is the way it was in them thar olden days!!!
In the 2006 census there were around 197 people living there. I would think it is roughly the same today.
Once leaving this quaint little town and church, we head on to Hobart and have two hills to negotiate, called Buts-Me-Gall and "Break-Me-Neck" Hills. This extract is from the "Tourism Tasmania Corporate" website and it contains many quirky names . . . another site for your perusal
www.tourismtasmania.com.au/media/facts/places
An extract on these two hills I have included here . . .
Bust-Me-Gall Hill & Break-Me-Neck Hill
Situated on the road from Hobart to Orford, the precise derivation of these two names is not known for certain, however, early east coast settlers and travellers, with their bullock drays laden with supplies, had difficulty in negotiating the two steep sections of road. The assent of Bust-Me-Gall was so difficult that travelers often had to dismount from their horses or wagons in order to relieve the animals of some of their burden. The descent on the other side was just as steep and equally difficult to negotiate.
Legend has it that Break-Me-Neck was named after an exclamation uttered by a wagoner during his first experience of the hill. It is not surprising that after negotiating these two hills and the Gatehouse Marshes, the trip down the Prosser River Valley with its convict-built road was seen as, and accordingly named, Paradise Gorge.
Never a dull moment in this beautiful place and yes, Rosey and I arrived safely in Hobart and we then ventured out to Claremont, 15 kilometres north of Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, where we stayed for 10 delightful days with my brother and sister-in-law. My son also lives in Moonah, another suburb of Hobart and we spent quite a bit of time with him also!!
I am always fascinated by old churches, old bridges and how roads were constructed in the early days, a far cry from how they are constructed in this day and age.
May God continue to bless y our journey, may He bless you in every possible way and we both hope if you are doing it tough recovery is well on its way. God bless you all and thanks for your visits, comments and faves, Clive and Rosey xxxxx
IMG_4528 - St Johns Anglican Church And Graveyard, Buckland, Tasmania . . .
Best viewed on black
On a visit to Tasmania and heading down the East Coast we come to Orford, a unique little fishing village, 50 klms from Hobart. We were coming from Launceston in Northern Tasmania, and we ventured out east to the coast at St Helens, then on down the coast through Bicheno, Coles Bay, Triabunna (both fishing village and a now disused wood chip loading facility), Swansea and Orford, all delightful places in Tasmania. Being on the East Coast of this magical little island (I was born in Tasmania so I am VERY BIASED) it is mostly calm unless there is an easterly about. Were I at Queenstown on the rugged West Coast, then I would be subject to wind and storms, nevertheless still a beautiful part of Tasmania.
At Orford we turned right to head to Hobart. On the way we come through the delightful little town called Buckland. Here there is a magnificent church, called St John the Baptist Anglican Church with its beautiful sandstone walls and fence, incredible stained glass windows, and wonderful interior. Here is a link for you to peruse . . .
www.think-tasmania.com/buckland/
Behind the church is this delightful cemetery where both Rosey and I love to stop and look, endeavouring to find the oldest grave, the youngest grave and there were some young ones here too and we both try to visualise what it must have been like here 150 or so years ago, the harshness of living tehre, the isolation, etc. When I see a person who has attained a ripe old age butied I can equate to my own life and what I have achieved in my lifetime. When I see a young child who succumbed to death at a very early age, I wonder what may have lain in front of that child, or whether they were taken because they were sick and having passed on they would be free from suffering, or whether that is the way it was in them thar olden days!!!
In the 2006 census there were around 197 people living there. I would think it is roughly the same today.
Once leaving this quaint little town and church, we head on to Hobart and have two hills to negotiate, called Buts-Me-Gall and "Break-Me-Neck" Hills. This extract is from the "Tourism Tasmania Corporate" website and it contains many quirky names . . . another site for your perusal
www.tourismtasmania.com.au/media/facts/places
An extract on these two hills I have included here . . .
Bust-Me-Gall Hill & Break-Me-Neck Hill
Situated on the road from Hobart to Orford, the precise derivation of these two names is not known for certain, however, early east coast settlers and travellers, with their bullock drays laden with supplies, had difficulty in negotiating the two steep sections of road. The assent of Bust-Me-Gall was so difficult that travelers often had to dismount from their horses or wagons in order to relieve the animals of some of their burden. The descent on the other side was just as steep and equally difficult to negotiate.
Legend has it that Break-Me-Neck was named after an exclamation uttered by a wagoner during his first experience of the hill. It is not surprising that after negotiating these two hills and the Gatehouse Marshes, the trip down the Prosser River Valley with its convict-built road was seen as, and accordingly named, Paradise Gorge.
Never a dull moment in this beautiful place and yes, Rosey and I arrived safely in Hobart and we then ventured out to Claremont, 15 kilometres north of Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, where we stayed for 10 delightful days with my brother and sister-in-law. My son also lives in Moonah, another suburb of Hobart and we spent quite a bit of time with him also!!
I am always fascinated by old churches, old bridges and how roads were constructed in the early days, a far cry from how they are constructed in this day and age.
May God continue to bless y our journey, may He bless you in every possible way and we both hope if you are doing it tough recovery is well on its way. God bless you all and thanks for your visits, comments and faves, Clive and Rosey xxxxx