Oatlands memories..

Launceston, or Lonnie, as the locals call it, is now gone. My good host Peter dropped me at the busstation  for the ten o'clock bus to Oatlands where I am to catch up with Scottish Country Dancing friends David and Robert. It is a beautiful winters day, with a bit of Spring in the air, so I decide to go to TKO café to look at the local paper before visiting my friends.

TKO - a museum dedicated to Errol Flynn..

Me with Errol, a Tasmanian born legend

Coffee so-so at TKO...which is The Kentish Oven

Tassie a serious flying risk from Dick Smith

..Ice epidemic down here too!

My team draws with the Cats, yay!!

The boys are as ever, the same, no change is good perhaps. I spend a short time there saying hulloto their lovely animals, of whom one has severely hurt her leg, and Bella the beautiful spaniel is not well it seems. I wonder if they reflect the boys' state of mind. I leave to catch my bus to Hobart after deciding, rather unwisely it turns out, to buy a pie at the TKO café. The bus trip gives me stomach pains which in time develop into severe nausea and on arrival I rush to the toilet to be sick. The pie was definitely 'off'. I am about to meet friends Michael at the Hope and Anchor for dinner, I wonder what I can eat?

But before that I manage to fit in a short RV with singer friend Deb Wace who is about to record a protest song to save the Tarkine. She kindly gives me an early rendtion and it is marvellous. We take a selfie and I wander down to the pub for a strange dinner with six new people, or three anyway!

Robert, David and Bella..

The poisoned TKO

Lee at the Hope and Anchorarguably Australia's oldest pub

The bar...