I’m off to Hobart today, for the weekend.
The first thing people have asked me when I mention it? “Are you hiring a car?” — as if Hobart is so horrible that as soon as we’ve arrived, we have to escape it.
Maybe it’s just that Hobart is small. That’s the verdict from the advance party (Marita, going to a conference down there), who let me know within hours of getting there that we should consider hiring a car to see more of what’s out there in Tassieland.
I’ll find out shortly.
Oh, and since my camera has gone to Europe, I’ve borrowed my sister’s. I guess she’ll be borrowing one from someone else if she needs one…