Holidays...

We're holidaying in Hobart... spring one day, snow the next.  It's a fickle place weather wise but that's part of its charm and the only place I know where the sun can shine while snow flakes drift down. I was watching it do that this morning.

Summer almost came on Saturday, we had a simply amazing day at one of my favourite little spots near Port Arthur. This is what I think of when I dream of my home state. How nice then to have my boys revel in it too..

We had a night away at a friend's shack. That's not a shanty, it's what Tasmanians call their holiday homes - like a bach in New Zealand. 

I have been coming here for more than fifteen years... and what fun we've had.

Now when there are ten adults there are ten kids too and sometimes more. Kids on the beach, on bikes, kicking footballs, fighting and playing and the adults chatting, cooking, reading, snoozing and relaxing. How I wish we could come more often.

Of course my friends spent much of their time asking my five year old closed questions that would elicit one answer - Yes.

That's because he now says 'Yiss.' He's becoming a Kiwi and Kiwis say 'fush' when we would say 'fish' and 'chups' when we would say 'chips'. They also say 'sex' when we would say 'six' and Australians will never ever tire of teasing. Ah well, at least he won't say Austraya.