From the Admiral’s Desk

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Joy! We arrived in Hobart and took ourselves off to our accommodation. There was the incident at the airport where I whinged about the car that the rental car had arranged for us, and then negotiated a bigger car, probably won the award for the customer from hell for the day, and basically embarrassed poor Gerhard – but I’ll gloss over that. Oh, and poor Hugo picked up the bug that Oscar had had a few days earlier and (without exaggerating) vomitted from Mooloolaba to Hobart. Poor child.
All that aside…it was a great day. We arrived at our quaint cottage, installed the boys on the pull-out settee infront of the television and popped off to the gorgeous Italian around the corner, walked around the streets overlooking the harbour (so quiet we literally whispered as we walked so as not to disturb the peace) and fell in love with Hobart.
We watched the sun set on Mount Wellington, and the early morning light on the mountain from our kitchen window. It was spectacular.
We spent our time in Hobart finding our bearings and visiting Hobart and a really very good museum – at least, I think we did…Hugo’s bug got me too. Next man down. However, I was back on form for the Saturday morning markets at Salamanca – a must when in Hobart.

We’re heading south, but without Sunny Spells and without wind power.  After various discussions and planning and replanning we decided to leave the boat behind and fly down to Tasmania.  We are both reluctant to leave her behind – it feels a bit like we are leaving our home for the second time in six months.  However, the relentless humid heat of the Queensland summer (wimps that we are. Whinging pom that I am – I do realise) has taken its toll on my tolerance and I’m looking forward to the cooler climes of Tasmania.

What Mooloolaba has certainly given us is a social life. My word! Our social calendar has been booked up with sundowners and supper every evening with some really interesting and lovely people.  My only regret is that the boys have not had the fun of lots of kids on the neibouring boats.  They had ‘live-aboard’ friends prior to Christmas, but they’ve all moved on, and not been replaced.  The boys are therefore twitchy: finding the heat hard work, and nowhere to call home;  they mss their friends; their beloved toys and even miss school (hardly surprising when the alternative is grumpy-mum as your teacher!).

So we’re heading south, excited at the next stage of our journey, but with a few regrets about what we haven’t done, and haven’t achieved a long the way.  There’s always next time, I keep telling myself…..

 

George and Sony (who are kindly caretaking Sunny Spells at the end of their pontoon for the next few months) came out for a perfect evening on Sunny Spells. It was another hot and steamy evening on the Mooloolah River (well, for those of us unused to the tropics), with just enough breeze to allow us to put up the headsail and potter along the river, and to give Sony and George a taste of what passage on a boat should be like…quiet…no engine…magical.
We of course continued what has become our established evening practice…sundowners and snacks at sunset.

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