It has been a long time since I’ve been on a boat, with the wind whipping my hair back and the salty spray stinging my cheeks. But this morning we were lucky enough to join some friends on the River Derwent as part of the local flotilla that gathered to send off the Tall Ships from Hobart. Continue reading
We have spent two full weeks in Hobart, now. This time sixteen days ago we hadn’t even landed. What an odd thought that is.
It feels like we’ve achieved a lot in a short space of time. We have bankcards, health coverage and – after much wrangling – a landline and internet connection. DorkyDad has already been to his first spoken word night. We’ve had the gap under our front door fixed, thanks to Rick the Handyman. The iPad that we lost in Dubai is on its way back to us, thanks to a wonderful woman called Rasika who works for baggage handling at Melbourne Airport. Life got immeasurably easier when we had a second set of house keys cut. All the pieces of the puzzle are fitting into place.
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