Tasmania: Day Three
Events: park on western side of Derwent River, coffee and chips at the Raincheck cafe in North Hobart, walk along the eastern side of the river, dinner at restaurant 373.
Weather: cold, still, no rain.
The park visit was a dedicated small one venture. I should have taken a towel as the equipment was all wet, but we managed to play with some supersized musical equipment. Including a tyre that made harmonica sounds when you jump on it. And mushrooms that act as gongs.
We made spinach and ricotta triangles. Other people’s ovens are sometimes confusing: especially those with European styling. I turned it on to what was I thought was fan forced but was just blowing cold air. Turn the dial, I thought, and I did. This is the sort of excitement I face on a daily basis. Somehow, cooking in other people’s ovens does do it for me.
Walk number two involved dog wrangling as well. A’s family dog Suga eagerly came along down the hill to the water. Dark rocks formed the shore on the small bay at the base of the hill - perfect for the throwing KERSPLOSH into the water.
Skipping rocks abounded too. Flat and round, A was expert at the four-jump rock throw. I managed three. Hidden between rocks were small black crabs, scurrying under more rocks whenever exposed to light and small one wrath.
Small one was babysat by A’s folks while we enjoyed fine dining in North Hobart. It was a birthday present and I happily partook. Such are the fringe benefits of having a lovely boyfriend.
We ate fish soup, oysters, huon salmon, Cape Grim eye-fillet (he, not I), and cheeses, all accompanied by Sinapius Pinot Noir. From Tassie. It was delicious.
Today, small one woke at 5.40am. Clearly, he likes to mix it up.
