Tuesday dawned fine and warm in the changeable climate that Hobart and Tasmania enjoy. We were away just after ten on the road to Swansea, pronounced here with emphasis on the second syllable. The drive was enjoyable, through countryside that looked remarkably English along a winding narrow road. Those convicts who were sent here must have felt the similiarity too. All in all it was a picturesque drive.
We arrived in Swansea in time for lunch and fell in love with the town and its environs. Huge sandy beaches stretching for miles in all directions,  with majestic mountains rising across the bay glinting in the afternoon sun.
After a spot of shopping we headed back to our caravan and had a little trouble locking the door before we headed off for a drive along nine mile beach. Unfortunately, much to the tour director's chagrin we couldn't see much of the beach and therefore the sea until we reached the end of the road, where we got out for a walk along a deserted beach. The wind was quite chilly but it was a beautiful afternoon. All in all we walked for a mile beside a raging sea on sand which was both blond and fine.
On our return to the caravan we again had a little difficult with the lock on the door before we headed out to the Bark Mill Tavern for an evening meal to celebrate my birthday. The meal was good and we had a very enjoyable time.
We had been promised superb stars over Swansea but they didn't materialise due mainly to the heavy cloud cover. We walked down to the beach again in the hope of seeing some wallabies gambolling on the sand butt like the stars they didn't want to appear.
And so rather tiredly we made our way back to the caravan, at this point we had great difficulty in locking the door of the caravan and we eventually we were forced to give up, deciding to leave it until the morning when we could investigate in greater detail.