Headwind. That’s it for today. Headwind.
Very dry though: this is a drought area we learn as we depart the drying Swansea. We hug the eastern coast line before going up over a headland. Then pedalling to keep going down hill into the wind. Which is good as is also quite hot: toasting nicely as we tootle along.
Rural empty spaces with sheep wearing their wooly jumpers. Small towns with wide streets and porches. Coal Valley however named is a wine area of note. Bad Tea Tree must have done something wrong. Almost English churches appear as we approached Hobart.
Which is stunning in the evening light along the cycle path by the River Derwent. A fine bridge is admired only for a later realisation we’re going over it: an interesting experience.
Then out to dinner with fine folks we met on the Orient Express ride. Small world.
Travelling reflections 