Or Devonport as the case may be, “where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, as she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow singing ‘cockles and mussels, alive, alive, OH!’”, basically that song, based on a supposed pretty fish seller in Dublin whether fictional or not Read more about In Dublin’s Fair City…[…]
Harvesting, fishing and farming work are the main industries on the south Australian island of Tasmania. Within a week of living in “Tassie” I had got myself one of those farming and harvest jobs – I was a broccoli picker. I stayed at first in the city of Devonport. I had looked for a flat Read more about Backpacking in Australia: Taste The Harvest Festival in Devonport, Tasmania[…]
It was a breezy brisk Friday evening. The southermost sunset I’ve ever seen nestled deep into the sky. Our ship for the day, the Spirit of Tasmania 2 had arrived safely and without drama into the port of Devonport. I had been to a “Devonport” once before – back in 2007 I had visited Devonport Read more about Arrival in Devonport and Gingerbread House[…]
I have always loved ships. Ever since the days of getting the St David or the Galloway Princess from Larne to Stranraer or from going out boating with my mate Peter Bell and his step -Dad Ken Taylor on the Impala yacht in Ringhaddy. Then in 2008 I worked on the Isle of Wight ferries Read more about World Borders: Sailing from Melbourne to Devonport on the Spirit of Tasmania Ferry, Australia🇦🇺[…]