64 Hampden Road
This is a typical Georgian cottage, built with bluestone and sandstone. It was constructed around 1838 by Angus McLeod, bandmaster of the 21st Royal Scots Fusiliers Regiment, who named it in honour of his regiment. He retired in 1839 and stayed at the cottage in 1840–41 working as a musician and music teacher before leaving Battery Point with his family in 1842 when he was appointed as Superintendent of the Jericho Probation Station.
In 1833, the potential of Waterloo Crescent was being described in glowing terms and emphasised practical advantages and respectability, so important to Hobart’s mainly convict and emancipist population at the time.
These allotments are situated near Captain Montagu’s new mansion, and are … contiguous to the new Wharf and Macquarie Street: the approach from either is by an excellent macadamised road. … For the family military man, whose corps may be in barracks, for the public officers confined to office all day, or the busy merchant whose worrying toil requires peace and recreation in the bosom of his family, the situation … cannot be equalled … [with] enchanting scenery, which those to whom the spot is not familiar, can only picture in a fairy land, commanding a view of the Derwent almost to the heads, yet sheltered from the sea breeze; the woodland scenery is diversified by so much of the hill and dale, aided by distant mountain scenery reminding the beholder of all the beauty and wildness of Switzerland … The residences of the neighbourhood are of the respectable, some of the most respectable!
– Hobart Town Courier 11 January 1833
[During the War] there were ‘V’ for Victory Gardens. You were encouraged to have gardens – they would even provide the seed for you and I remember lots of houses around part of Battery Point had the driveway with a piece of grass strip up the middle. That was all dug up and people grew vegetables in that. And as kids, we knew where every vegetable was that we could eat – we knew where to go for potatoes and carrots and peas …
In Battery Point, the bloke came down and it was agreed ‘You would grow cauliflower, you would grow cabbage …’ or whatever, and that’s the way it was with everybody in our street. …
The only trees that were safe from us kids were quince trees – nobody likes to eat quinces! … There were fruit trees all around the place. At the end of the day, [after] swimming, by the time we got home, we weren’t hungry, as we were full of fruit!
– John Dineley talking about his childhood in the 1930s and 40s