We spent three days at Lake Saint Clair, driving up from Hobart on the 11th of November 2019. It was a warm summer’s day for most of the trip but the weather grew steadily worse the closer we got to our destination. Here’s our first glimpse of The Pump House; our home for the next three nights.
There was snow on the surrounding mountains; not a surprise as we’d been diligently checking the weather for the preceding week noting snowfalls and below nought degree temperatures. So, cold but pretty.
Here’s our residence up close – seems inappropriate to call it a hotel. A pretty pink. Whilst built as a pump house it was never actually used as one. We loved being on the water which you could hear lapping against the building. Like being on a boat but without the motion.
Here’s the view from our window. The lake remained grey and choppy for the duration of our stay. We were told that a platypus could be seen from this room on calm, sunny days. Unfortunately that was not to be and we didn’t see any signs of life in the water.
You could sit here and read or play games or have a drink from the bar. Lots of very good Tasmanian wine and, even better in this stormy weather, great Tasmanian whisky. It was an honesty system with guests recording what they drank which I thought was brave until another guest pointed to cameras carefully places to ensure guests were abiding by same.
This is looking the other way; you can see the Shore House behind me. I am well and truly rugged up – very grateful for this very sturdy raincoat with voluminous pockets that meant I didn’t have to carry a bag.
There are five rooms in the Shore House; added to the twelve in the Pump House and a separate retreat in the bush beside the Shore House; makes a nineteen rooms in total. I think there were around thirty people there during our stay but it was hard to say. You only saw everyone together at meal times, sharing communal tables that were quite jolly. Apart from that you weren’t very aware of other guests at all. We had breakfast every morning in the Shore House and dinner there on two of the nights we stayed. In the evening animals browse on the lawn.
We were promised lots of wombats but I only got to see this one. Apparently you see them more frequently if you stay in the Shore House. This one was near the carpark and took off as soon as I took this picture.
Lots of water everywhere. The website promises lots of hidden coves and beaches to be discovered. This lake is, apparently, a trout fisherman’s paradise with world class fly fishing. There were no fisher people around in this weather.