We packed up and headed south for Hobart, destination Hobart airport at midday. Our first stop was Ross, historical city and multiple tidy-town winner. We found a lovely bakery for morning tea. One of the tourist attractions in Ross is the “Female Factory”. Well, it’s not actually what it sounds like – I was wondering whether to ask for instructions there. Instead, it’s a factory that was staffed by female convicts – more, I think, a place to keep them in safety.
Then back onto the highway for our quick run to Hobart. One thing I’ve noticed a lot in Tasmania is many road side sculptures. There’s a few real ones, but there’s many more ‘informal’ ones, made using straw and balloons and old clothes and second had props. There’ll be a picnic, and then further down the road, a fellow mowing the lawn, followed by a string quartet. I’ve even seen a flock of ducks flapping in the wind. It’s quite fun, actually, and adds interest to the road trip.


We’d only been on the road for a few minutes when copious quantities of water started sloshing around the back of the motorhome. We stopped in alarm – what had happened? Was this some storm leakage?
No. Kath had investigated the bathroom, and discovered that the tap wasn’t working. Because the water pump switch is backwards to standard (down is on) and what we were told. The last thing I did before we left the airport was turn the water pump off. Except I turned it on, and it started to fill the sink down the back of the motorhome. Eventually, we were bound to notice. What a mess to clean up… at least it was clean water, not some of the other possibilities I first feared.
Our first stop was a super market, to stock up for the next two days (Christmas and Boxing Day). As I walked into the supermarket, who should we meet but Bernie and Alison Caudery. We knew they were in Tasmania, but didn’t expect to meet them until much later in the trip.


Is there going to be any good news in this blog? :-)
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