I am more fond of landscapes when there are buildings on it, and if these buildings are historic, decayed, slightly falling down I like it even more. Port Arthur has all this; the buildings set on the hilly terrain means that you can see almost all of them from a distance, the site is at the water's edge making it very romantic (though I am sure the prisoners then did not think so, as it was likely used as a sewer and rubbish tip). The buildings which were restored are open for viewing, showing traces of life then; Sam and I listened in on several of the guided tours, while the ruins are well preserved with well designed interventions for access and view platforms, as well as structures to reinforce the damaged and free standing walls.
At 130pm - we meet Brenda and her husband Andy at the Port Arthur Lavender Farm. They have a place at Eaglehawk Neck. Brenda has her own practice, do small projects. Andy grew up in Malaysia, in Penang as one of the RAF families in Butterworth. I won't mind spending more time with them over a meal next time.
After returning to Hobart, I convince Sam and Lena to walk in town for drink. They have not seen much of the city, and it is a warm day. We use the HOPE and ANCHOR; the oldest pub in Hobart as a destination, stopping here and there to shop for dinner ingredients. The pub was not a favourite, the bar staff are all not locals and do not seem to know their drinks.
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