Jen and I went to Canada and New England last year to see the change of the season, but honestly, I don't know why we went all the way there when we could've just come to Ross in Tasmania!
This is such a beautiful time of the year to be travelling around our little Apple Isle. The scenery is just breathtaking in every direction.
Our little B&B was old fashioned and quaint. We had booked their garden retreat which consisted of 2 bedrooms and a little sitting area, however the day before we arrived we received a call from Tim, our would be host. He was frightfully apologetic, but the booking system of one of the online booking agents had messed up somewhere and there where 3 people arriving the same time as us, but he didn't have room to fit them into a normal room in the house. So he laid his problem out on the table for us to solved for him and because we're lovely people and because we can be bought with a complimentary bottle of wine, we agreed to move into The Music Room, which consists of 1 queen size 4 poster. I slept well, but Jenny claimed that she only had an inch of bed. There's no pleasing some people!
The main highway used to fly straight through Ross, but thank goodness they've made a bypass and this little sleepy town can relax and not worry about trucks zooming past their front doors.
The main intersection in Ross is where Bridge Street (the street with the bridge on it) crosses Church Street (which has no less than 5 churches within a 400 metre stretch). The cross section is known as "The Four Corners of Ross" which leads your soul in one of four directions...... there is:
Temptation - The Ross Hotel
Salvation - The Catholic Church
Recreation - The Town Hall
Damnation - The Old Gaol.
There must be some hole in the Ozone over Ross that sucks all the warm air out. It was so cold, that poor Jenny had to put on everything she'd brought with her! Luckily we love the crisp weather and happily stepped out to check out what Ross had to offer.
I love how these little village towns blend urban with rural. Although you can't really call one main street "urban", especially when your next door neighbours live in a field.
The convicts sure knew how to build a bridge. This one was completed in 1837 by 2 convict stone masons, who were granted pardons for their lovely stonemanship.
One of the men painstakingly chiselled out 186 intricate carvings decorating the arches, including faces of notable people, including Governor Arthur and Anglo-Danish convict, Jorgen Jorgenson, the farcical ex king of Iceland!
It is said that the stonemasons amused themselves by making the faces of the people they didn't like ugly.
The ducks have made it their home and I'm sure they get a bit of a chuckle out of it too.
Ross has another claim to fame........ The World's Greatest Vanilla Slice. It was a little early in the day for us to test whether this was true or not, so we can't confirm their claim. They do, however have proof of the fact that Ray Martin once came to visit....... check out the photo in the top left corner. So maybe that should be 2 claims to fame?
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