In a pickle again..those blooming height barriers!

If only an annoying mozzie hadn't invaded our space last night sleep would have been long and we would have awoken refreshed. Not to be though because it was Ian swinging his arms madly above his head at 3 am, leaping over me onto the floor (he sleeps right next to the back doors and the only way off the bed is to clamber over me) and more swinging of the arms before he eventually managed to kill the thing as it landed on an overhead cupboard.  Thank goodness for that I thought until suddenly about an hour later off he went again. God, it gave me a start. Woke from my sleep thinking I was being attacked! Another buzzing beastie above his head and once again the demented dance trying to get it. Failed miserably this time and it still lives somewhere in a nook or cranny waiting to pounce and disturb our sleep on another night!

Sunday 23rd

What a glorious day, sunny, warm, hardly the cold Tassie we were expecting. First stop was to Battery Point a historic town with interesting architectural properties that was first settled in the early 1800s as part of Hobart Town.

Mt Wellington n the distance.

As the day grew warmer and clearer Mt Wellington became an irresistible draw. Long uphill winding roads of nearly 11k appealed to us both and then the local tour bus was met on a particular narrow bit and I started to wonder if it had been a wise decision. We were going up, it was coming down, drop on one side, rocks and boulders on the other and too many near misses for my liking. Ian was again in his element, although he did curse the Ducato fiat automatic gearbox. Had a mind of its own dropping down a gear, or up, when he least expected it and just when he needed more power! At Mt Wellington Pinnacle Lookout, wow the views were stunning, these photos do not really do it justice.

Time was getting on and we still needed to do more shopping. Crikey that journey back down...hair raising or what! Ian having to brake hard at every bend and sod's law said we always met a car at those hairpins, and then the unmistakable aroma of hot brakes warned us we had better stop halfway to cool off the wheels.

I mentioned yesterday about those height barriers across the supermarket carparks. Well, we found a Woolworths without a barrier. But little did we realise until too late that the barrier had been broken and was hanging down out of sight.  In we go congratulating ourselves on finally finding a supermarket with a proper carpark and then realisation set in! Oh eck!! We were well and truly stuffed! It was another of those covered car parks with very low beams holding up the roof. The only option we had was to go out the way we came in but there was a huge sign saying NO EXIT. Cars were behind us so Ian pulled over as far as he could to let them pass. "Stuff it," he said. "We need to shop so I'm staying here and we will worry about getting out later" That is what we did, although I admit I did worry and fret about how we could get out of that entrance with cars entering all the time. In the end, Ian turned the motorhome to face the exit, I waited by the road and as soon as a decent-sized gap appeared I motioned to Ian to hit that peddle hard and out he shot like a cork. Phew...we won't be doing that again in a hurry.

With no near freedom camping site in the Hobart vicinity, we headed back to the Lea Scout camp for another night. More Wallabys showed themselves and in the Ladies Loo were these two big beasts. I kid you not, both were only a smidgin smaller than a jampot lid!

And wildlife,