We flew into a cold and drizzly Hobart on Monday 21st October. Caroline had just left Amsterdam where it was 2º , so she thought the weather quite balmy.  All the same, she was wearing a warm jacket which she had dug out of the wardrobe in her flat under our house - it was her old school jacket and it still fits perfectly after twelve years. Why do my clothes shrink in the wardrobe from one year to the next? One of life's little mysteries: nothing to do with my ice cream addiction.

We had a stroll around the harbour, which is right in the downtown area. Hobart is the departure point for the Antarctic expeditions and we saw the supply ship which was about to leave for the Australian base. There is all manner of Antarctic-type statuary dotted about the harbour.

There are some excellent waterside eateries, and that evening we had a memorable meal at Mures Seafood Restaurant. 

The Tazzie Tucker is all that it's cracked up to be. Everything they put in front of you is crisp, fresh and yelling "Eat me!" I have to say that we preferred the Victorian and South Australian wines, but you couldn't go past the local seafood, cheese and fresh produce.