Black was the order of the day for a visit to the charming , historical village of Ross in Tasmania's
midlands. The visit was twofold , to catch up with our longtime friends , Tim and Wendy who moved there some years ago and also ( for John at least) to view an annual collectable car display.
Ross was an important stopover point between Launceston and Hobart in Colonial times , a town where the coaches changed horses . The town also has a role in our convict past , the Ross Female Factory , was operated here from 1848 to 1853. The site operated as a factory as well as a hiring depot, an overnight station for female convicts travelling between settlements, a maternity hospital and a nursery.Hundreds of female convicts passed through the Ross Female Factory during its years of operation , including some of my ancestors. These women were usually convicted of extremely petty crimes ( records show details such as stealing handkerchiefs or food items), their main crime was simply being poor.
On a brighter note , the late Autumn colours on the main street were just spectacular , a couple of the cars from the car display can be seen amongst the colour.
The convict built sandstone bridge was built in 1830 and is the third oldest bridge still in use in Australia today.
Today was one of those days when only black felt right for me, so as I often do when choosing black I opted for a mix of textures.My black leather coat is by Caroline Moore , made in New Zealand, old black pants with a satin stripe , a velvet scarf , black wool hat and black Preen sunnies. The only touch of colour was my mult- coloured fingers on my gloves, purchased last year in Lisbon.