The majesty of the Wooden Boat Festival

Tasmania, the smallest state in Australia is truly amazing.  I have lived here for fourteen years, and it never ceases to amaze me.  I was fortunate enough to be treated to a day out yesterday for the first day of The Wooden Boat Festival.  This is held on Regatta Weekend every two years.  The weather was just right with blue sky’s, a slight breeze and around 24 degrees as we set out on our ferry through Hobart Harbour for a lunchtime cruise.  The atmosphere was jovial and friendly as my friend Margaret and I mingled with the staff and tourists.  Midday and we were off.

This was no ordinary harbour cruise, though.  The wooden boats, the tall ships were due to make a spectacular entrance into the harbour, with the Governor of Tasmania escorting then in on her boat.  We were going to be part of the escort.  I was excited.  I get pretty excited about most things in Tassie, and this was a first for me.  The blue waters of Hobart rippled softly underneath our boat and the many yachts taking up the liquid space around us as though Neptune had told the sea to be respectful of the tall ships. 

After an included light lunch and a glass of champagne, we headed out onto the deck to take in the view.  There were small yachts, large yachts and in between yachts, all waiting to sail with the magnificent wooden boats.  It was spectacular, it was electrifying, and it was beautiful.  As we wound our way through we were greeted by passengers from other crafts, and a party atmosphere was building.  Shout outs and waving, joking and laughter, then they were there.  Ships to the right, left and back of us, or whatever they say in nautical terms.  Larger than large, smaller ships, sails blowing gently in the breeze and crew waving and smiling.  It was like being in a pirate movie or travelling alongside the first fleet.  I was enthralled. 

Tourists from all over the country were commenting, taking photos and generally having a wonderful time.  There was not one negative comment. I met an over sixty from Sydney who said that it couldn’t be better.  He said Sydney, arguably the best harbour in the country would not have been able to do this with the dignity and grace shown in Hobart because of the many speedboats, etc. weaving their way in and out. 

A helicopter hovered overhead as the majestic tall ships with their masts high moved slowly towards the harbour.  With respect, we held back and waited until the revered ones docked to the resounding applause of the hundreds of people dotted along the shoreline and the wharf.  It had begun.  The four-day festival was under way. 

Tasmania.  The little state is often forgotten, often ignored had put on an amazing event which is second to none.  You should be proud Tasmania; you should be proud Tasmanians.  I know I as am immigrant to this state, am very proud to have been lucky enough to be part of this wonderful show yesterday. 

Have you been lucky enough to visit this festival or another like it?  What were your experiences?

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