Hobart, to me, has layers of memories, like geological strata.
I'm writing this sitting at my friend Kelly's dining room table in Lindisfarne. From here I can see Mt. Wellington and her foothills - Mt. Nelson, Tolman's Hill, Chimney Pot Hill, Knocklofty, the Queen's Domain - and the Derwent River.
The Botanical Gardens form a patches of intense greens on the flanks of the Domain. My mother used to take me there in my pram when I was a baby. She was a keen gardener, and the pram had a space behind my seat which was handy for hiding pieces of exotic shrubs and trees. She always said she could grow anything from a cutting, and our garden in New Town proved she was right. (One pink rose was the size of a small cabbage, and I remember burying my face in the blooms, breathing their spicy scent and feeling the velvety texture of the petals.)
As a child I explored the banks of the Derwent and the Domain with Medlocks and Clinches.
As an adult I once received a marriage proposal there.
Over the last week I've been visiting my favorite places, and recording them for you, my readers. ...continue reading "Hidden Gems of Hobart"