Tasmaniacs
04 March 2018 | Shackleton in Bronze
You're leaving" says the secretary at the Royal Yacht Club of Tasmania looking at her watch. "You're meant to be away by ten, otherwise I should charge you for another day".
We didn't want to say we were only just out our pit, so instead, coughed up the credit card and shot back to Time Bandit to make a swift exit.
There was an excuse for our lazy morning. One - TOG 12 duvet. Two - a wild night out at the Salamanca ARTS Centre!!!!! Can't get enough of that art. An Irish folk/rock band, fresh from Celtic Connections in Glasgow was playing and we'd tagged along with Jeff and Kathy from Beatrix. Gone half past ten by the time we got back. Wild!!
And so, for the moment, our time in Hobart with its sunshine, museums, jails, trendy cafes, street markets, another jail and pricey restaurants (or are all restaurants pricey these days?) comes to and end. We quite like it here. Scenery, relatively quiet, plenty back-country space and, more sunshine. Just like home in fact. Apart from the sunshine that is. But then, there must be another side we don't know about as an ice breaker just went past.
As regards the whole convict thing, until relatively recent times perhaps the nineties, to admit to having convict blood in one's lineage was something of an embarrassment and family trees were certainly not broadcast if they bore "the stain". Nowadays however Tassie is the place to live and if you've convict blood, even better. A prosperous economy, sunshine, clean, fresh air and reasonable cost of living who wouldn't want to live here.
They've just had their state elections and I think I read that one party was advocating that as life was so good in Tasmania criminals should be deported to England.