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Richmond is a town about 25 kilometres north-east of Hobart, and is the Richmond Bridge, built in 1823, around the time of the town's first settlement. It is Australia's oldest bridge still in use. Above you can see the view to the West, and below are two shots of the bridge itself.





I'll be honest with you people, it falls some way short of the Karlův most (Charles Bridge) in Praha, which is something like 466 years older. That said, chirpy chippy convicts built it (allegedly), and that makes all the difference to Australians!
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Anonymous said…
Wow. This is some gorgeous scenery.
25 January 2010 at 08:59
Chuck Pefley said…
Abe is right ...

That bridge must have been very well made to last that long.
25 January 2010 at 09:19
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, they get some good weather out that way.
25 January 2010 at 09:46
Kris McCracken said…
Chuck, it must have been the threat of hanging!
25 January 2010 at 09:54
Unknown said…
As usual, love the photos as well as your interesting and hilariously entertaining thoughts on things. :-) The boys are quite dashing! Happy 2010 to you and the family, Kris. From me, Mark, Smokey the cat and our thousands of bees!
25 January 2010 at 10:24
Megan said…
I love bridges. That's a really good one.
25 January 2010 at 11:11
Kris McCracken said…
Thiên, it is good to hear that some of the bees are doing well.

We won't mention that matter of some months ago...

;)
25 January 2010 at 11:25
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, it's bridges galore around these parts.
25 January 2010 at 11:26
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
Well, it is a beautiful bridge, even if it falls short of the glory of the other. Very attractive bridge and scenery.
25 January 2010 at 13:24
Kris McCracken said…
Mary, it would have been hard work getting that up in 1823.
25 January 2010 at 14:17
Anonymous said…
Holy mackerel! This is a fantastic blog! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT! Going in my favorites! Thanks for stopping by mine as well. :-)
25 January 2010 at 14:54
Kris McCracken said…
Renee, that's some praise!
25 January 2010 at 15:10
magiceye said…
superbly composed and shot!
the caption is so true!
25 January 2010 at 16:24
paul said…
A very stylish bridge, beautifully captured and lovingly described - what more can one wish for. I'll have to travel to Tasmania sometime!
25 January 2010 at 16:54
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
Nice photographs,quote and info(rmation) about bridges.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
25 January 2010 at 17:06
Louis la Vache said…
hee hee
We also have a Richmond Bridge, not built by convicts, but convicts live on the Marin County side of it: the bridge ends near the notorious San Quentin Prison...
26 January 2010 at 02:08
Roddy said…
Laying the foundations in 1823 would have been a feat in itself. The placement of each and every stone would have been painstakingly slow. Especially by unskilled labour.
I watched your grandfather (Jimmy), stack wood one time. The effort he put in was monumental. As a result I can get a pretty tight woodstack myself. He could actually get an extra quarter metre to the measure.
26 January 2010 at 10:34
Kris McCracken said…
Louis, I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
27 January 2010 at 10:49
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he had a method.
27 January 2010 at 10:49
Roddy said…
Does that make his stack "methodical"?
27 January 2010 at 13:02
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