Discovering a new part of Hobart
Sometimes I've thought that this mountain town was too small, but in the past few days I've felt proud of myself for taking risks, getting to know people and trying to find many more sides to my new home.
I felt this on Saturday when Marie collected me for our surfing expedition. As a surf lesson it was a write off, I lasted about 40 minutes, caught one decent wave, couldn't stand up, wind was blowing like crazy, my hands were bent and I couldn't paddle to the place where I wanted to wait. But as a discovery of a new beach it was great. We went to The Points at Lauderdale, an area of Hobart with lots of established beach houses and a neighbourhood feel like Tennyson. It was a bit modern brick in some places but there were still many cool shack like houses, trees, parks, homey gardens and cliff top views of wide bays. Bruce and Marie and I sat like vagabonds in her truck watching the dedicated kids out on the water before they returned for a session and I sat in the pub reading the paper. I know I should have gone back out, but I'd proved my point by then, thrilled I'd found another neighbourhood, another view, another landscape.
We also had a visit from Brooke and Carl, Carl being the proud Dad and Brooke being the most enthusiastic and positive ten year old I know. Brooke is good at surfing, cross country, being a middle child, is learning Japanese, probably plays an instrument and is worried about her gymnastics exam. I told her she can do anything in her life, one day she'll be working for Doctors without Borders and her Dad admitted that she wants to be a Doctor in the outback...
I felt this on Saturday when Marie collected me for our surfing expedition. As a surf lesson it was a write off, I lasted about 40 minutes, caught one decent wave, couldn't stand up, wind was blowing like crazy, my hands were bent and I couldn't paddle to the place where I wanted to wait. But as a discovery of a new beach it was great. We went to The Points at Lauderdale, an area of Hobart with lots of established beach houses and a neighbourhood feel like Tennyson. It was a bit modern brick in some places but there were still many cool shack like houses, trees, parks, homey gardens and cliff top views of wide bays. Bruce and Marie and I sat like vagabonds in her truck watching the dedicated kids out on the water before they returned for a session and I sat in the pub reading the paper. I know I should have gone back out, but I'd proved my point by then, thrilled I'd found another neighbourhood, another view, another landscape.
We also had a visit from Brooke and Carl, Carl being the proud Dad and Brooke being the most enthusiastic and positive ten year old I know. Brooke is good at surfing, cross country, being a middle child, is learning Japanese, probably plays an instrument and is worried about her gymnastics exam. I told her she can do anything in her life, one day she'll be working for Doctors without Borders and her Dad admitted that she wants to be a Doctor in the outback...
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