Argyle Motor Lodge
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We caught the train to the airport,and had a quick and easy flight to Hobart. Hobart was cold and wet, forcing Wendy to Katmandu for a coat. We walked into the city and found our favourite cafe (liveat) was still there, so we all had hot chocolate. The girls had fun looking around the shops, before heading back to our room.
... back at the hotel some quick Googling suggested it was a pademelon -- sort of a cross between a wallaby and a wombat. Three wildlife species plus vistas galore made for a fantastic outing.
On the way back to Hobart we couldn't help but stop in at a vineyard that advertised both wine and oysters. Unbeknownst to us, the town where we were -- Dunalley -- seems to be a source of many of Tasmania's oysters. Jonathan gushed over ...
... bouts of sunshine, to have a play in the water. Marc and Lotte went down first and Lotte, of course, was immediately happy, whilst Marc's feet froze off almost instantly. When I joined them I concurred the water was not of swimming temperature, but Lotte, our super hardcore baby, was splashing away and kept asking for both of us to join her. Eventually we had to drag her out when the shivering set in.
After getting dry and clothed we set off on the ...
Got pestered by flies for the whole walk which I suppose we’ll have to get used to. Why the face though, they have our whole bodies to land on and they go for the face. Spent the next 2hrs lounging on the beach and having a swim because it was hot and we had nothing better to do. It’s a hard life.
Miss Sat Nav lady decided to take us along 20km of dirt road without telling us. We must police her more closely but we did finally make it to ...
Early Spring in Tasmania is just lovely. Driving from Hobart to Launceston the day we arrived delighted with the early blossom of stone fruit, camellias and magnolias (lots of them) pinkly flowering, bright, bright green grass, daffodils everywhere, and of course the wattles.
Fi tells me that her mother (the 'other Ngara') called wattle 'mimosa', and she tends to also. Mimosa. Mellifluous. Mmmmm.
Are we in danger of boring ...