The day after the day we went to the Huon Valley, some bright spark said "how about we go to the top of Mount Wellington?"
OK, so it was a cool 17 degrees or so down in Hobart BUT when we got to the top of Mount bloody cold Wellington, there was a wind chill factor of bloody -8 degrees
There was pockets of melted down to ice snow and some Sir Edmund Hilary wantabees climbed to the trig point
Sir Mick and Sir Trevor to be precise
I bravely climbed to the point where I could take the photo of the conquest of Mount Wellington and this panorama
Back down to Hobart in the Taxi
and nothing has changed for the way people park their cars 
I wonder if he or she was related to the person who parked the Kombi on the shop awning in Launceston 
Off to Port Arthur and at a pit stop Keith was doing the usual thing Keith does
Bit engrossed to notice the poor remains of this car go past 
Along the way were some majestic sights of the Port Arthur peninsular
So we stopped at a few of them
AND Pete didn't quite notice any signs when he clambered for the best place to take his photos
Always something funny to be found in Tassie and even though we had a laugh at each others antics, this took the prize
Too much to talk about to put in the Ghost story so it is coming next
Barry
