Tasmania

This is the view of “The Mountain” from my Mum’s back porch.

The sunlit buildings in the left foreground is my old High School.

During my chiildhood, the Mountain was topped with snow for up to three months during winter. A few years back my sister-in-law sent us a photo of the Mountain covered in winter snow – for the first time in many years.

Just as well there’s no such thing as global warming.

I finally found the right Slim hat at Hobart’s world famous Salamanca Market. A little bit country, a little bit suave, a little bit urban. And comfortable, especially given the temperature was about 8 degrees C.

I’m old enough to remember when the Salamanca Market was a Hobart Council initiative to revive the waterfront as a place for the people to enjoy.

Now it’s huge and always entertaining. If I lived there, I’d go every Saturday. It’s a microcosm of my contemporaries, many of whom ‘dropped out’ in the 70s and bought up bankrupt farm properties to create their patch of paradise. Many of them are now the cottage industrialists who drive the massive tourist operation of the Market.