Monday 29th December
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| Up the mast (Comanche) |
Today we caught the
bus to town, with two total novices to the Metro system.
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| Harry and Lizzie |
They were
delighted; the whole trip down the hill to the GPO was AWESOME. It was bright and sunny and balmy. A light breeze rippled through the air…
We took Harry and Lizzie
to watch a busker doing his thing in the cool balmy breeze…which gradually strengthened…
and became a
blustery storm!
We sheltered in the
Taste of Tasmania shed, while the rain lashed the glass louvres and frightened
the crowds quite a lot.
The rain desisted;
the wind died down and we were able to stroll around and look at the boats
already in the dock.
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| The clouds are still just a bit black! |
Next stop – a visit
to my South Hobart family. Lizzie and
Eva had never met…they are three months apart in age. Lizzie was wearing her navy and blue dress
with the red pocket, very new. With
plaits and sandals. Within minutes Eva
had plaits and sandals…and her own very new navy and blue dress with the red
pocket. SO cute!
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| Lizzie and Eva |
On the way home we
had drinks at Kathy and David’s, to meet their new grandson Levi
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| Elsa with Levi |
and their old
grandson Hamish.
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| Hamish with James |
I so love all
these new generations of offspring…
David had found an
old volume, circa 1978, maybe, of Snowdon’s
Tasmania. In it – a random photo of
a busker, with two of my daughters plus…a random little boy. Who is he??
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| Random kiddiewink, Claire, Nicky (1978??) |
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