Don’t shoot me, Louise – I didn’t have your address and we wouldn’t have had time to catch up even if I did – but I did think of you while in Hobart on the weekend.
The uncharacteristic silence on the blog was due to a five day holiday in what they Tassies like to call “The South Island” of Australia (the rest of us being on “The North Island”). We had $20 tickets on Tiger Airways, and travelled from Launceston to Oatlands (staying in a B&B called “Oatlands Lodge” built in 1837 – a year before my ancestors arrived in Australia), then to Hobart (where we stayed with Cathy’s cousin and her family), then to Port Arthur and winding our way up the East Coast back to Launceston. An exhausting trip – it takes a couple of hours to travel 100ks on Tasmanian roads – but exhilerating for us and educational for the kids.
While in Hobart, we went to Mass at the Church of the Holy Spirit in Sandy Bay. It is Fr Michael Tate’s parish – but unfortunately he was away for the weekend. It seems that this ex-Senator and Hawke Government minister is doing good things there – there appears to be a lot of WYD follow up and even a Latin Mass once a month.
Of course, Cathy and I pigged out on the historical churches. Unfortunately, I have to say that St David’s Anglican Cathedral wins hands down over St Mary’s Catholic Cathedral. In Oatlands we got to see one of only two Pugin designed churches (the other is also in Tassie), but unfortunately it was locked. And in Hobart, we met and chatted with the Rector of St George’s Anglican Church, a beautifully preserved Georgian building, complete with box pews.
Unfortunately, we didn’t escape the football madness. How were we to know that the Premier team were special favourites of the inhabitants of the South Island?