Tasmania, day 3
Regular subscribers will note that one important aspect of the
SATWOTH experience has not featured yet: the winery visit. Well, fear not,
gentle reader: that was on top of the list for Day 3.
it did take a bit of doing. Most of the wineries in the area were either
shut or too shiny and corporate-looking to be of interest. But we did
eventually track down the Coal Valley winery, where we went through their rather
nice Pinots Noirs and Chardonnays. Or, rather, Mark did, because David was
driving. Eventually Mark will be required to return these favours...
Mark studied the range of wines he wanted to buy, taking into account the size
of his bag and the customs allowances, split the difference an spent a lot of
money. David bought some Chardonnay which went over to NZ with him for
Christmas and was used to educate his sister's offspring in the ways of such
on to Richmond. Richmond is one of the oldest settlements in the area. In
many ways, it resembles those chocolate-box villages you find in the Cotswolds.
It's entirely given over to the tourist trade, so there's not much to do other
than take in the general tackiness of it all. Oh, but it also had a model
village, which meant that some silliness could be done with photos.
Mark bestrides old Hobart like the lanky git
Captain Snort stops off for a
We meet David and Mark's
And that's about all there was time for, I'm afraid. David
took Mark a circuitous route to the airport (deliberately, rather than as a
result of his normal suboptimal navigation skills), and the second demi-SATWOTH
of 2004 ended. As promised last time, we'll get round to organising a
proper one soon, honestly...