It’s not often I get the opportunity to stay as a visitor in Hobart, to sleep right on the city’s waterfront without having to pay for a hotel room. When our eighteen-year-old son persuaded us to let him have a party at our house we decided to escape the noise (and our responsibilities perhaps) and sleep on the boat for the night. This provided the perfect opportunity to take Ariadne’s Clew over to the city for a night out. On Saturday afternoon, after bomb-proofing the house (removing Turkish rugs from the living room, and the prize bottle of whisky from the drinks shelf – oops forgot that!) we drove to the marina, hopped on board, cast off and motored across the Derwent River to the docks. The low winter sun sparkled on the water this bright winter’s day. On the way in we passed the Mona Roma (MR2) heading north for it’s final trip of the day, and the Spirit of Hobart, a boxy red and white ferry that always reminds me of a bath toy. We entered through the gap in the sea-wall to the Kings Pier Marina and reversed into one of the pens on the public marina just outside Elizabeth Street Pier and the Lady Nelson replica sail training vessel.
There was one other yacht tied up for the evening with three young men on board, and later another larger yacht arrived complete with large labradoodle, which quickly persuaded its owners to take it for a walk. The public marina has capacity for around five vessels of our size and another two larger ones, plus space for dinghies and run-abouts to tie up. It was the first time we’ve used this fantastic facility. Once we were settled we locked up and headed into Salamanca Place for dinner. Our first pick of restaurants were full, but we got a table at Barcelona where we ate a huge meal, rounded off with coffee and desert!
Then it was time to head to the Peacock Theatre to see one of the shows forming part of the Festival of Voices, What Rhymes with Cars and Girls? We enjoyed the show – an entertaining light-hearted musical romance with two strong leads and a band. The plot was woven around the songs of Tim Rogers and performed by two talented young local actors.
After the show we headed back to the boat, which was warm and cosy thanks to our little diesel heater. Down below we played a game then watched the Tour de France until our eyelids began to droop.
In the morning we had a lie-in before heading to T42 restaurant for breakfast where we took a window seat in the bright morning sunshine. From our seat we watched the Lady Nelson crew doing a training session, and both our neighbouring boats as they prepared to cast off.
We checked with Ben to make sure the house had survived the party, then went back on board to cast off and head back across the sparkling river to Bellerive.