Last night was really windy, and I fully expected to find a wheely-bin embedded in the car. The morning news was full of the wind. I was relieved to see the car was unharmed, which was nice.
Last time I was in southern Tasmania (about 10 years ago) I visited a really cool steam museum at Dover, so I thought I'd visit it again. But alas the museum was gone. The buildings are still standing but it looks like a scrap yard occupies the site now. I hope none of the old engines are part of the scrap.
And so it was on to Hastings Caves. The road to the caves is gravel and narrow, but instead of a dirt road I was driving on a carpet of wet bark and leaves. This made traction a little dodgy so I took it easy. Every few kilometres a tree was across the road, but a road crew had cut a path through the trunks and branches. I missed the first tour and had 90 minutes to wait until the second, so there was plenty of time for a pie and coffee.
Eventually it was time to wander through the forest up to the cave entrance.
I saw a sign outside the cave that amused me a lot. Maybe I'm too easily amused, but the sign under the cistern says "Do Not Drink"
From the caves I headed further south and sort of drove around a lot with no real destination in mind.
Eventually I found myself at Constitution Dock in Hobart.
"Princess Of The something-or-other" docked to bring a load of old age pensioners to town.
And then it was back to Milan's for a feed of Nada's swordfish. mmmmmm, fiiiisshhh!