There is no joy in having a stomach bug when you are travelling and that is exactly how I felt today although there was a clear improvement from yesterday. The tour director is not too amused at the whole situation and is keeping a watchful eye on me.
The harbour and mountain viewed out of the window of the house we are staying in looked enticing and we ventured out in the morning to go to Woolworth's where we shopped for supplies before returning for lunch with Pam's sister and a friend who arrived from the north.
After lunch Pam dropped us off I the great metropolis that is Hobart and we went to the Tasmanian museum. This is well worth a visit and we immersed ourself in the history and art of Tasmania, the tour director is now well used to having a great deal of history on her travels with me. Seriously though we both enjoyed the experience and we stayed until the museum closed at the rather early hour of four pm.
We then went for a walk around the harbour in Hobart and looked at the wooden boats before we headed off to catch a bus home. The tour director pointed out quite forcibly that I wanted to wait in the wrong side of the road for the bus and once we had rectified that situation we were soon heading back across the River Derwent.
The  evening was a quiet one sat watching the lights twinkling across the river and watching Sherlock on ABC. The Hound of the Baskervilles still has a strong pull.
We are very saddened by the fact that our time in Tasmania is rapidly coming to an end. This is a beautiful state full of rapid variations in landscape and climate, a small island that is redolent of England in so many ways. The people are extremely friendly and helpful and we feel truly at home here. I suppose the question is "Would we settle here?"
The answer probably is that we may have done thirty years ago but now the UK has a strong pull on us and anyway we are now to old for Australia to accept us.