Prince of Wales Hotel Hobart

... but this one was where all the re-offenders from all over the British Empire were sent. Port Arthur lies on a peninsula approached only by a narrow strip of land which was guarded by a line of vicious dogs tethered right across the isthmus. It was in a beautifull setting though and covered an awfull lot of land. There were some awfull tales about the poor souls who were sent there, probably the worst was ...

... cherry fruit, straight forwards but not very intense
2009 FGR Riesling - Ripe lime on the nose, good acidity with sweet ripe lime following through on the palette
2007 Ice Wine Riesling - induced ice not natural, kerosene and lemon - big on fruit, sweet but simple
NV Ruby Port - hot and pretty average

Then on to Puddleduck Vineyard in a quaint little hut by a pond with ducks

2007 Bubbleduck - cool name, orange ...

... around the lake in 1.5 hours only stopping to take photos and water...we were passing blue hairs like it was going out of style. The scenery was great and we took a lot a photos. Afterwards, we had supper at the chalet and enjoyed a few glasses of wine. We were told that there was a local Platapus 'Tracy' living in the pond nearby so we decided to take a walk around to see if we could find her. We walked up and down the pond and ajoining river for about a hour but ...

... Local salmon; fresh and smoked is plentiful and well-priced, as is other seafood. We enjoyed scallops cooked in their shell and calamari. One of the presentations we watched was given by a Tasmanian chef/personality, called Waji, and he demonstrated how to cook crayfish and calamari using a BBQ and made it seem so easy. A national TV food presenter, Maeve O'Meara, was part of the judging panel and she was fun ...

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... so at home. I blamed the valium and let this "slight" pass by without comment. The evening meal passed without further comment and your author just made a mental note to speak to his mother regarding "pillowcases". An early start compared to the last few weeks meant we had an alarm call in single figures not pleasant. Arriving at the campervan depot slightly bleary eyed the process of hiring the van began; various discussions ...

... place in the centre. A large venue on the harbourfront with lots of stalls offering tasters and selling Tasmanian foods and wine. We had a family BBQ the first night to get to meet Harriett's twin, Sophie and to get to know the family better. During our stay we also took the steep winding road up to Mount Wellington that dominates Hobart and got spectacular views of the surrounding area. Neither of us expected us to be up so high. We also did the lesser heights ...

... the apples and told Steve not to pick anymore apples as everyone had packed up as there was a storm brewing. Steve pretended to be gutted and in return so did Jo, however they were both secretly pleased, even more so when Steve suggested a nice long shower and a movie at a nice little spot called Martin Cash. The farm had a few picker shacks that were all taken by the time we got to the farm so we missed out, we parked the Donkey on-site and plugged into ...

... it, thinking it would also lead to the gardens. Unfortunately, this was not the case. We returned to the city, wanting to come back later with the car. We picked up lunch at Sal's (our breakfast stop), then drove back to the hotel for our jackets, and finally to "The Springs". We followed The Pinnacle Track and then Organ Pipe and finally Panorama to get to the top of Mt. Wellington (1230 m). The organ pipe referred to the cliff which bore a real resemblance to a pipe ...