An Island Off an Island

We woke to a world where it was hard to imagine that the D’Entrecasteaux Channel lay at the bottom of the hill, the fog was dense and cold! Messages from friends in Hobart about what a sparkling day it was there fell on deaf ears as we watched the Jerry intensify

Despite, or perhaps in spite of, the adverse conditions the Dunking Southern Rights were determined to squeeze a swim in. One by one 13 brave souls emerged from the mist all muttering our much used line – ‘we must be mad’! Air temperature 4.5 degrees, water temperature (as measured by our trusty duck) 10.6. We lasted 8 minutes before calling it a day though the surreal experience swimming in the clouds had its appeal.

After lunch the sun broke through for a precious hour or so, just in time to add extra zing to the 100th birthday party for Dennes Point resident, Irene. There was singing, bubbles, cake and memories shared.

Back home, I took Ruby for a walk up the hill just in time to watch the fog rolling back in. Storm Bay had disappeared from view. From friends heading back to Hobart after a weekend at their shacks messages of ferry queues and fog horns.

Winter has arrived.