Heaps of Huon

We bode the Port Huon cabins farewell and headed up the road to the Huon cafe for breakfast by the tranquil waters of Huon Harbour. Afterwards we drove north along the banks of the Huon river, spotting Huon Pines along the way. Refueling at Huonville we turned left at the old Huon boatbuilding depot (apparently they use Huon wood milled from Huon pines which are curiously prolific in the Huon valley). Our journey down the south bank of the Huon river revealed a quieter side to the Huon district away from the Huon highway. Driving through Snug and an emergency stop in Cygnet(not a swan in sight) we turned left and climbed our way out of the valley still unenlightened as to what a Huon actually is. Lunch at the Hartzview winney was fabulous.

It was a picture perfect sunny day. We were the only guests and the calm autumn afternoon was emphasized by the occasional voices drifting up from the pickers of the pino noir berries casually collecting the late season cool climate crop of which the vineyard is renowned. We continued through more fabulous country vistas on our way back to a glowingly warm Hobart afternoon. Our room oversees Constitution dock in such a way it's tempting to yell out morring directions to Arorus Australis from our window.

A riveting expedition of retail therapy in the city centre was counterbalanced by a fun evening in the Salamanca district. Struggling with limited comms access behind the thick stone walls of the historic buildings we managed to converse with those in the wider world to a limited extent. Gourmet pizza followed by gelatti as we wound our way through the chill night air of the docks back to the room.