Oatlands to Richmond

The Bicycle Pedlar does Bromptons

Carrington Mill

Our B&B accommodation came with a deliciously huge cooked English breakfast, something you can only fully appreciate during a cycle tour when you’re riding all day and are hungry a lot! We only had about 50km to ride today so we took our time, enjoying the breakfast and taking it slowly getting ready.
Around 9am we went up the road to the Carrington Mill, where wheat is milled and flour is sold. The coffee sold in the visitor information centre was a disappointing waste of money, but the buildings were interesting and we used some of the free wifi available through Telstra and provided by the Tasmanian government.

Our B&B host had told us there was 11km of highway riding to get to the turnoff we were going to take to get to Richmond (this highway stuff just kept keeping on!). We found out later we could have taken the back road through Tunnack, then onto Colebrook. The road did involve some dirt however, which may not have been very pleasant on small Brompton wheels with wet roads.

We were incredibly relieved to finally leave the highway and turn onto the quieter Colebrook Rd which would take us all the way to Richmond. As we were riding along single file, I was enthusiastically yelling out to Mick how good this road was because it’s so narrow cars can’t try and squish past when traffic was coming the other way.

Right at that point we had the first clump of vehicles drive past…’get off the road!’ someone yelled. ‘#*%+#’ came from the next car, followed by a volley of grapes, a close drive-by, more abuse…then the odd courteous car who slowed and went around us carefully.

 


It seemed we had hit the Falls Creek Festival traffic! The festival had started that morning and we experienced surge after surge of excitable youth hooning their way down our lovely quiet road…this was worse than the highway!

About ten kilometres down the road is the tiny township of Colebrook. We came to a rapid halt outside the general store to get some respite from the unpredictable traffic and bought a drink to pep ourselves up.

We stood by the side of the road watching P-platers speed past, then decided to get the last 27km over and done with. The woman in the general store had told us the Falls Festival traffic would turn off once it reached Campania, which was only 20km away. We just had to stay alive until that point, then we could expect things to improve.

Our hour of waiting had seemed to work. There were a few more clumps of traffic, but it appeared less intense with some nice slow uphills and fast downhills that were bendy and required cars to slow down anyway. The final kilometres into Richmond are pretty much all down hill and we flew (in a tired, Brompton small wheel kind of way) into the township straight to the pub for beer and chips!

The Bicycle Pedlar does Bromptons

Richmond pub

Our friend Jo had ridden out to meet us and caught up with us as we were riding down the Main Street. Two other friends we hadn’t seen for a long time, Al and Dominique, then spotted us as we sat at the pub. There is no hiding a Brompton!

There was a vacancy sign outside the Red Brier Cottage and we opted to pay the (rather expensive) price for the B&B as there was more rain forecast. We just like carrying a tent and cooking gear for fun…


We had ridden 60km today, half with stressful traffic and we were ready for bed!

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2 responses to “Oatlands to Richmond

  1. The things you do when you believe you don’t have a choice!
    Ride down the A1?? No, no thank you! Too often we’ve been astounded by other drivers along there – even from the relative safety of our car – to ever want to ride any length of it.
    I’m glad you made it to Richmond intact!

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  2. We also went straight to that pub for beer and food as soon as we arrived to celebrate surviving “Break-me-Neck” hill. We are always sceptical about well-meaning B&B hosts’ directions – they never seem to take hills into account. Assume Hobart is next?

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