Back to Swansea to see the Dumaresques

An easy drive back to Swansea was on the agenda for today so we started late and stopped off for brunch at the Christmas Hill Raspberry Farm. The weather had not been kind for harvesting so Martin had joined Susie at their holiday house and we were to spend a couple of days with them there instead of Mt. Ireh.

Christmas Hill Raspberry Farm is a popular tourist attraction and was well patronized with diners scattered through the café, the verandah and outside on the lawn. We had booked and secured a table inside on the window, which considering there was quite a nippy breeze, was ideal. We had a view over the dam with its water birds and the farm with some alpacas in the distance.

Whilst we were waiting for our meal we saw this bird flash across the view, shortly followed by another and then a third. It was like watching a movie in fast forward. These were Tasmanian Native Hens, otherwise known as Turbo Chooks, which are large flightless water birds that are distant relatives of the domestic hen and are endemic to Tasmania. Although they cannot fly, they are good swimmers and very fast runners, using their short stumpy legs to run at 50k per hour!

Having had no breakfast we were well and truly ready for brunch ………
Breakfast Followed by lunch Enough said!

We arrived at Swansea and settled in to Martin and Susie’s very comfortable beach house at around 4pm.

Right on the beach
A cup of tea, a long catch up followed by drinks and dinner (yes we had finally digested our brunch!).

The next day Susie showed us around the cottage and the renovation plans they had. They are eventually going to live there when Piers takes over the running of Mt. Ireh. She had some great ideas that will eventually make it a stunning house.

Having done nothing but eat the previous day it was time for some serious exercise and Martin took us down to the very pretty Kelvedon beach where we walked the length of the beach and return, a distance of nearly 4 kms. Crystal clear water with fabulous views of Oyster Bay, the Hazzards and Freycinet Peninsula were our reward.

Martin pointing out features of interest to Edgar
On the way back we stopped at the historic Spiky Bridge but didn’t dally long as we were due out to lunch at Springvale Winery.

The Freycinet Coast is the driest part of the state, with warm days and cool nights, which is ideal for the slow ripening of the grapes and results in excellent flavor. The vineyard began in 1986 when a small area was planted to Pinot Noir followed over the coming years by Chardonnay and Gewurztraminer then Pinot Gris and Pinot Meunier.
Whilst the Cellar Door is open most of the year the vineyard restaurant is a ‘pop up’ restaurant open only in the summer months. It specializes in local produce, particularly seafood, all served on tables set under a tent in the vineyard.

A visit to the Cellar Door to select your wines
then down to the restaurant to select your repast. Susie organised all this for us and the result was spectacular.

Pizza bread with Hill Farm oil, Tasman sea salt and fresh rosemary to nibble on whilst we waited then a couple of Vineyard Seafood Platters (East Coast Crayfish, Smoked mussel pate, pickled Top Fish octopus, Petuna Ocean trout gravadlax, Huon ‘tea-smoked’ salmon, Melshell oysters, Wasabi crème fraiche, wombok slaw, Sour-dough bread, Alpen crackers) AND Prawn Cocktails to savour whilst we drank the excellent wines.

Deciding to forgo dessert (no room) we once again adjourned to the beach, this time Moulting Lagoon, for another – shorter – walk before heading home. Martin was contemplating a swim but a few drinks later had given up the idea and we just chatted before partaking of a light dinner and so to bed.