Helen Chick
The Mountain may be iconic for Hobart; in Melbourne’s case it’s the skyline. I remember visiting the You Yangs (granite hills) some 50km west of Melbourne many years ago, and looking east in awe of the mountains of steel and concrete rising out of the plain. I could see the Dandenongs waaaay off in the distance, but the striking topology of the city’s massive blocks bursting out of the flatness was jaw-dropping. The other similarly impressive view is from down on Mornington Peninsula where the city can be seen rising, Atlantis-like, from the bay. Anyway, the photo below is from the deck of the Spirit of Tasmania, taken yesterday morning just after it had berthed.
6am is a terrible time to be preparing to disembark, especially when the ship had been undulating on the way across and so my night’s sleep wasn’t totally restful. This probably contributed to the fact that I felt a little disembodied/disoriented for most of the day. It was good, however, to catch up with my friends at work, and, in the temporary absence of my house-sitters, junk associated with the next stage of the journey is strewn across the lounge-room in preparation for packing.
And, with a mammoth effort, I did my tax return this evening.
Well done with the Tax Return, Kevin will be pleased. He may even give you some back.
By the way… did you ever get around to completing the Newfoundland tax return?
I completed the original NF one, but it all got too hard to chase up what they really owed me. Consider it my contribution to the Canadian economy.