Countdown in progress
26 March 2012 | Kettering, Tasmania
We were up early in hopes of getting another load of laundry done and out on the line before we left to pick up the rental car. No luck...the marina's single washer was in use and at the beginning of its cycle. No matter...we'll figure something out. We managed to get a few chores done before our gracious morning chauffeur, Tony on "Westwind" arrived and whisked us away to the big city...Hobart.
The rental car was ready for us and the first place we headed was Peter Johnston's, the big chandlery in Hobart city. Located across from the waterfront, we had a quick look at the city and a longer look at what the chandlery had to offer. In particular, we were looking for an odd lift-off fastener stud that had disintegrated when we removed the dodger for repair. We were pleasantly surprised when they had the exact, rather obscure item we needed. Of course, it took us much longer to get through the rest of the store to see what was available (most everything) and the prices (ouch!). Though we were in a rush of sorts, the cafe next to the chandlery was too much of an attraction to deny and we relaxed a bit over a flat white and planned the rest of the day.
After a quick look around, we headed back to the marina to pick up all that dirty laundry. The nearby town of Kingston had a laundramat and we ate a quick lunch while the washers and dryers did their thing and were back at the marina with clean, dry laundry by 2pm. We hadn't finished packing yet and we got into it with significant resolve. Our friends on Xantia stopped by quickly for a cuppa and any instructions. They're watching the boat while we're away and offered to air her out a bit on fair days.
We were busy the rest of day, frantically trying to figure out what we'd need, what would fit, what we were forgetting. We had a list of all the lists we'd made and still we were adding more items to lists to be ticked off. At 6:30, we headed up to the Oyster Cove Inn pub to meet Aussie friends from Moonshine whom we'd met in Cygnet. An historic old place from the 19th century, the inn is just a short pathway up the hill. The blazing fireplace was most welcome on a crisp night. We enjoyed a pub meal and good conversation and all too soon it was time to head back to a very chilly boat.
Tomorrow...we'll finish up the last minute details and zip up Cups for the winter.