We arrived at Constitution Dock in time for lunch and shared fish and chips at Mures. Lorenzo loves seeing all the ships so Mum took him for a walk around the dock and Salamanca, running errands, while I had a meeting with our architect, Michael. He's now come up with two sets of designs, both innovative yet still practical, but after much umming and aahing we'd like something between the two. So we're still at the drawing board stage, literally.
Afterwards the weather cleared to beautiful sunshine in the city except for the snow cloud which enveloped Mt Wellington. We said, "Let's go there immediately!" and the beauty of Hobart is that in 20 minutes we were there. At first we saw patches of white here and there, then entire rooftops covered, and then there was snow absolutely everywhere. Houses and gardens, roads and trees, it was a perfect winter wonderland scene. It was heartbreakingly beautiful. As if we'd stepped into a chocolate box painting. I could have happily sat there, rugged up outside on a bench just watching and listening. Because the other amazing thing is that snow has a sound. With Winter being an inbreath of the earth, the effect of snow seems to soften certain sounds and amplify others. Before long you are hearing a new soundscape from places you may have thought you knew. It seems esoteric I know, but it was a complete revelation.
Lorenzo was equally spellbound, watching everything with wide eyes until I took him to a fresh pile of snow to make a snowman and throw snowballs down the mountain. Then he couldn't stop laughing and giggling and running around, watching the foot prints he left in the snow, digging into the snowpile even when he complained his hands were cold (yes, I forgot his gloves). And when it started snowing I showed him how we could catch snowflakes on our tongue and taste them. Truly a magical day.
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