Friday, April 8th (2)

On the way back from Hobart yesterday, we stopped at Lake Dulverton at Oatlands.  Years ago, when Jamie was rowing, the lake was a popular venue for competitions.  I think the locals fielded crews and there was thriving club in the town.  There is even a clubhouse on the shores of the lake.  I imagine that the sons and daughters of the landed gentry in the area were sent to private schools in Hobart and Launceston and were introduced to rowing so it was natural that they carried it on when they returned to the farms.

Sadly, the lake is now covered with weed and even a hovercraft would have trouble travelling from one side to the other.  The local kids have had to fall back on more appropriate Australian pastimes like drinking themselves stupid and hooning up and down in hot cars.

Marilyn and I parked our caravan near the lake on one occasion and enjoyed a few days in the area, visiting the local working windmill and geo-caching.  The town is off the highway so most people never see it, unless they need a visit to the toilet which was our excuse this time.  In the Gents, I found this wonderful contraption. Marilyn says there is a similar one in the Ladies but the toilet roll tails there are all the same length.  Says it all, really!