and Bellerive

Last Saturday we went to a dinner celebrating the release of a facsimile edition of Edward Abbott's cookery book, the first published in Australia around the 1860s.  The menu was taken from the book and it was a marvelous night - although oats featured a bit too much for my comfort.  The MC was (allegedly) a French man who refused to leave when the search party for La Perouse's boats arrived in Tassie.  He was enjoying the Hobart life too much...  It was a fine conceit, and the actor was excellent.

Sadly Sis couldn't dine with us and had to stay to guard my Tuesday to Thursday home.

There was snow on Mt Wellington, viewed with difficulty from an upstairs window

but easily from the carport area.

Sunday we revived old traditions and shared sausage rolls with Sis, who is keen to continue the tradition.  We breakfasted under the Tasman Bridge after taking the obligatory snap of Mt Wellington from Kangaroo Bay for Georgia.

a trip to the chemist

You probably don't need to know that I went out to by heaps of drugs as prescribed by the doctor.  Fortunately we get them much cheaper now Steve is on a pension.  However

 

here's Sis and I tripping around Tribes.  Our mayor has recently commented on the ugliness of the town of Triabunna but this is not totally true.  Admittedly I have omitted a photo of the pharmacy which is one of the square concrete boxes to which he objects.

 

 

We've turned the corner now and Sis is getting a bit tired of stopping for all these little details.
We're heading towards the water and the marina,

 pass the former marine barracks recently bought by a Canberra couple (I live in hope B&B),

pass the pub

and we're at the waterfront

with its intriguing sights and smells,

including the fish van which isn't the prettiest thing but sells wonderful fish and chips and wet fish.

From there we can head for the pine trees down the lane to Melbourne Street

 and home sweet home

where Sissy can have a little rest in the new studio.

Hello Triabunna

So nice to come home to.

I arrived the day after Anzac Day in April.

To my huge surprise, Georgia and Ella had organised my bedroom for me.

Another joy of living here is that rellies can visit.  Here is Sarah, looking at home...

Over the river, in easy walking distance, is an amazing garden.

Below is the view back to our side of the harbour.  The drive through that golden paddock (admittedly, via the highway) always makes me feel I'm home.

Here's the house opposite us by moonlight.  I think it is the best looking house in Tribes.
Below is the house next door to it, which is actually the ambulance station.

Here's the harbour and marina.

It's all rather Sea Change-ish and I love it.

 As does Sis.

Hello world!

Its been a long time getting here but hopefully blogging is back on the agenda.  Lets do a catch up with some Easter shots - yes, that long ago.

The Gang of Four spent Easter at Mintaro in South Australia this year.  Sadly Corinne couldn't join us this time so we took my Mum instead.

Here's the lovely cottage that Heths, Bron and I shared.

Mum's cottage was at right angles to us with rather nice gardens to stroll through.

We rendezvoused at the pub.

Then proceeded in our eating, drinking, indulgent usual mode.  This year Bron made a simnel cake which we decorated.  Sadly I have no pictures of the finished spectacle.  It was delicious and much better than getting married again to have marzipan and rich fruitcake.

The cottages provided breakfast so we ended up with enough eggs and bacon to feed an army, so we astounded ourselves with egg and bacon recipes and supplemented our menu with local foraging - quince, walnuts, some grapes, the odd Peter Rabbit acquired lettuce...

We were shocked to learn that Heths had never had yorkshire pudding!!!  So yorkshire pud and toad in the hole are listed for next year.

Alive and living in Triabunna, Tasmania

Just to let you that Steve,Sis and I are now living in Tasmania.  We've been a long time without home internet, I've been unable to sign into my blogs and we still haven't got the main computer set up so I can post photos.  But we're getting there.  Maggie XXXX

The Healer

You may not know that when I was depressed in 2001 I gave Rosie away because I thought she would be happier elsewhere.  Fortunately for me, after 7 months she bit her new owner.  Fortunately for Rosie, who now faced being put down as an aggressive dog, the dog ranger asked if we would take her back.  I couldn't believe my luck.  I was in a better place healthwise by then but my joy at having her back accelerated the healing process.  A nice little spelling error.

Rosie

We had Rosie put to sleep today.  Up the rainbow with Em and Hoov.