Saturday is wooden boat festival day.
Anyone who owns a wooden boat is under an obligation to brin g it to the biennial wooden boat festival in Hobart.
We had watched several boats arrive up the River Derwent guided in by many smaller craft on Friday Morning but had no idea what the festival would be like.
We had a leisurely start to n the day and had an really enjoyable breakfast with Pam before we had to set off. Our first stop was to drop our cases off at at our new landlady,'s which we achievd fairly easily even finding the key hidden. Our bags dropped off we parked the car and walked into the festival. We were absolutely amazed at how many people were milling around and it struck me that wooden boat owners are a bit like Harley Davidson motorbike owners they are all getting older and greyer.
Our first visit was to get some fish and chips and after we had eaten those outside we moved down to the bar where the nun choir were performing their Matthew Brady folk opera. We really enjoyed the performance. It strikes me that every country must have a Robin Hood figure, someone who robs from the rich and gives to the poor, never hurts an honest man and is gallant to the ladies. Even Switzerland has the William Tell story, so why can't Tasmania have Matthew Brady? There are some lovely songs in the opera and we had a great time.
A the end of the opera we followed the choir around the show and watched them perform in different locations. We were also able to look at several boats as we moved a round.
A the end of the day we went with Giulia and Simon and a few others for a pizza. On the way Simon persuaded me to go for a beer, and my arm certainly took a lot of twisting. After the beer we went for the promised pizza with a several choir members who engaged in a sing song. The pizza was good and the company was great. At the close of the evening Guilia took us fr an ice cream before we caught a taxi home.
We sat around chatting for quite a long time before making our way to bed.