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A variety of vegetation

Lake King William extends over 15 kilometres in length and, with various mountains and ranges situated nearby and influencing the weather, I was not surprised that the vegetation varied considerably.

Amidst ferns and other plants, flanking my walk on the first day were endless bushes with their native red sometimes pink sometimes almost white berries. Some refer to this plant as the Pink Mountain Berry. Is this plant also known as the native currant?

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Mostly I was impressed with the tall straight gum trees, some with their ‘painted’ trunks.



A gum tree with its curling bark, like gift parcel wrapping strands, attracted my attention.


Further north, myrtle and other complex forests grew in rich profusions, sometimes creating dense dark forests.

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I passed by an area with stands of remarkable tall trees, so tall I needed two photos to show most of their height.

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More than a few trees have toppled over, or been blown down and wrenched from the ground so their roots are upturned.



I loved the delicate and tiny trigger plants; luminous neon pink in colour.



Tasmanian native mountain pepper (Tasmannia Lanceolata) bushes flourished everywhere.


The bush was awash with a flush of native flowers, which I cannot identify.



In the photo below, the low level vegetation beneath the powerlines near the southern end of the Lake is contrasted by the tall bush at the edges.



Another revision: naturally therapeutic images from stages 7-10

I can’t help myself. Having reviewed my favourite images from the first half a dozen stages of my walk along the Derwent River, I felt compelled to continue looking through my collection from the subsequent walks.  I have chosen photos showing aspects of both the natural and man-made world and I believe all will prompt thinking about the Derwent River, Hobart and its suburbs, and the natural environment. My selection of the images with the most memorable impact for me, from stages 7-10, are given below.


From the eastern shore looking northwards towards the Bowen Bridge, with a couple of black swans on the river.


Two plaques ‘opened’ by two great Australian prime ministers near the Bowen Bridge.


The rusting raw-edged remains of a ship, the Otago, at Otago Bay.


My enjoyment of any family’s black sheep.


Heading into Old Beach and gradually leaving Mount Wellington behind.


The gloominess of the approaching storm when I reached Old Beach.

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The pleasures of well-made pathways, thanks to local government.

Green Point from new Old Beach

Looking northward across the Jordon River to Greens Point.

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The glories of native flora. In these instances, it was blooming wattle and a spectacular stand of eucalyptus/gum trees which attracted my attention.


The remains and the signs of a burnt out car on a back track.


Knowing that it is still possible to have a laugh when walking.


Arriving at the Bridgewater Bridge.


Walking on the western shore of the Derwent River for the first time during this project.


The house of one of first European settlers, James Austin, at Austins Ferry.


At Dogshear Point, walking around the Claremont golf course, with the thwacking sound of hit balls crossing the greens.


Reaching Cadbury’s chocolate manufacturing factory in Claremont.


The hand-hewn rustic style seat near Connewarre Bay.

Passing MONA somewhat camouflaged as it nestles into a tiny hill against the Derwent River.


The mosaics along the foreshore.


The jumble of boats and boat houses at Prince of Wales Bay.

Hoon tyre marks

Road mark making in Lutana.


Cornelian Bay’s oil tanks up close.


The Tasman Bridge.


The circus had come to town.


The emptiness of an arena of stands waiting to be filled during wood chopping competitions.


Reaching the ‘end of the line’ on arrival in Hobart city.

Across the Jordon and into Greens Point as I walked northwards along the Derwent River

In leaving Herdsmans Cove, I was back on the East Derwent Highway and immediately crossing the bridge northwards across the Jordan River.


Looking towards the Green Point peninsula at the far end (Derwent River is on the other side of the peninsula) from the Jordan River Bridge: suburbs of Herdsmans Cove on the left and Green Point on the right.


I was off the bridge by 11am and walking up the bitumen path beside the Highway until I reached a yellow gravel path to the left, where I turned and continued on with wild fennel flourishing on the sides of the path along with brightly flowering gazanias growing wild, walked around another gate and by 11.11am I reached the sign for the Bridgewater Foreshore Trail.

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In the distance I could see rain showers softening over Mount Wellington but I was dry and walking in the sunshine. After rounding another gate, a sign pointed out the Green Point Scenic Loop off to the left. I headed along this in a southward direction enjoying the fresh smell of the gum trees and the perfume of the wattle flowers.

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At 11.35am I reached the point of Green Point at the junction of the Jordan River with the Derwent River and sat on the grass beside the path for a brunch break.  My breakfast was eaten at 6am so I was a smidgin hungry by this time. A strong south westerly wind blew across the Derwent River and buffeted me. The freshness was invigorating.

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Ten minutes later I was up and walking on.

A few minutes after midday I had passed some more gates and signs and had chosen the trail closest to the shore leading north. On my right were the fences of some houses, and either someone had dumped their rubbish over the fence or the wind had blown it there. I was amused to see a blue hard plastic chair hanging on a washing line.

Just after 12.30pm I walked around the Green Point Waste Water Treatment Centre, or as some maps have it, the Sewage Works.  The fresh smells of wattle or gum trees couldn’t reach my nose here. For some reason?


Near the Treatment Works I walked back on a street for some metres before coming around a corner where I was able to return to the yellow gravel road (am I Tasmania’s version of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz?).

Now I was about to walk around the suburb of Bridgewater.