Back on Tasmanian Shores

Two weeks back in Tassie was about the right amount for us, I think. We definitely started to unwind and enjoy things. There was enough time to catch up with a few people, reacquaint ourselves with some our favourite places and experiences. But we avoided getting too reattached; I think much longer and we'd have wanted to stay!

The big highlights were the people. So if we spent time with you, then you were a highlight :)

But there were other cool things too. Take Ben's Buck's thing at Lake St Claire for example. I went straight from the plane (and Newtown, and bustling Sydney Airport) to this...


Narcissus hut. A dozen blokes. Cheese. Chocolate. Mates. A pot-belly fire. It was magnificent. It snowed on us for a little while and looked like settling, but then it ran out of puff.

For some prettier pictures, Mike Jolly is your man. (By the way, the wedding was great, too.)

Babycinos and piccolo lattés from almost all of my favourite cafes, that's another thing we enjoyed. The experience of coming in from the freezing cold, removing jackets and scarves, and then getting down to a cup o' joe: that's what cafes in Hobart are all about, I reckon.


Some days I think the mercury didn't even make double-figures. I guess it makes warm showers that much nicer (but getting out of them that much worse!). My rule with the cold: it's ok if it's freezing, so long as it snows. And snow it did.
The Mountain. Ah, the mountain. It snowed. We went up. The gates were closed. We came back down (for coffee). We went back. It was blowing a gale. But there was snow. Happy times with snow :)