New Year in Hobart Town
We came down out of the forest to the (comparatively) teeming city of Hobart. Parked our trailer at a fairly ordinary caravan park in Richmond, which left us free to enjoy Hobart unencumbered.
We wandered through the Salamanca markets in the trail of Princess Mary - she’d visited not so long ago, and one stall in particular had big signs on a particular children’s book ‘chosen by Princess Mary’. The markets were fun – though the 37th stall selling Tasmanian wooden chopping boards got a little tedious. Where would Tasmanian craftspeople be without timber I wonder!
The Taste of Tasmania was on, a massive dockside hall featuring Tasmanian food producers, restaurants, wineries and breweries. It is an experience, if a little overly busy and foodhall-like. But we ate some good things, and tried some local wines, and the weather was beautiful for those couple of days. There was lots of other stuff going on for the Hobart Summer Festival, buskers and crowds mainly.
And of course, the Sydney to Hobart race was finishing, and we walked through all the yachts quite a few times - watching yachts come in, watching sunburnt yachties drink lots of beer at 10am, marvelling at the size of Skandia and Ichi Ban (see we REALLY got into the swing of it!). But we were most entranced by the small wooden and classically shaped yachts.
So New Years Eve we did some more hanging around the docks, interspersed with a bottle of wine at a Salamanca Place winebar, watching the antique merry-go-round, cheering in the very last boat at 9pm, and securing a good waterside spot for the fireworks. We'd parked Elsie nearby with a bed in the back and felt very clever as we piled in there at about 2am.
We wandered to a cafe virtually over the road for brekkie, and enjoyed the sunny day from there, wandering around Battery Point, stumbling across the prize ceremony for the Sydney Hobart Yacht Race at Sandy Bay Yacht Club, driving to the top of Mt Wellington in a clear patch to see the amazing view of Hobart and then cruising around the Huon Valley.
We wandered through the Salamanca markets in the trail of Princess Mary - she’d visited not so long ago, and one stall in particular had big signs on a particular children’s book ‘chosen by Princess Mary’. The markets were fun – though the 37th stall selling Tasmanian wooden chopping boards got a little tedious. Where would Tasmanian craftspeople be without timber I wonder!
The Taste of Tasmania was on, a massive dockside hall featuring Tasmanian food producers, restaurants, wineries and breweries. It is an experience, if a little overly busy and foodhall-like. But we ate some good things, and tried some local wines, and the weather was beautiful for those couple of days. There was lots of other stuff going on for the Hobart Summer Festival, buskers and crowds mainly.
And of course, the Sydney to Hobart race was finishing, and we walked through all the yachts quite a few times - watching yachts come in, watching sunburnt yachties drink lots of beer at 10am, marvelling at the size of Skandia and Ichi Ban (see we REALLY got into the swing of it!). But we were most entranced by the small wooden and classically shaped yachts.
So New Years Eve we did some more hanging around the docks, interspersed with a bottle of wine at a Salamanca Place winebar, watching the antique merry-go-round, cheering in the very last boat at 9pm, and securing a good waterside spot for the fireworks. We'd parked Elsie nearby with a bed in the back and felt very clever as we piled in there at about 2am.
We wandered to a cafe virtually over the road for brekkie, and enjoyed the sunny day from there, wandering around Battery Point, stumbling across the prize ceremony for the Sydney Hobart Yacht Race at Sandy Bay Yacht Club, driving to the top of Mt Wellington in a clear patch to see the amazing view of Hobart and then cruising around the Huon Valley.
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