Whenever I’m in Hobart, I like to take a walk from Battery Point (past the Shipwright Arms without calling in) and down the hill to Sandy Bay. I then return to the city along the main road and all for a reason.
Sandy Bay: In Like Flynn
On the outward journey to Sandy Bay, I marvel at the classic architecture along Napoleon Street in Battery Point, and envy those with the money to live there. I find my way to the Errol Flynn Reserve and my mind flashes back to my school days when Flynn was rumoured to have a list of credentials far longer than mine.
Crossing the Reserve I watch the locals with their sociable dogs and the plastic bags they carry for the doggy do’s. What a life! Fetching the ball out of the shallow surf; waiting for my owner to throw it again and again. A park with lots of equipment and a childproof gate. Children picnicking with their young mothers and a clean toilet block with everything there for changing a nappy.
Royal Yacht Club of Tasmania: Sandy Bay
On this particular day, I didn’t know whether I would be welcome in the Royal Yacht Club of Tasmania as I imagined having to wear a cravat to gain entry and then reporting to the Commodore for a session in the barrel or a test on how to tie a reef knot. I have since found out that I would have been welcomed as a visitor and without stipulations except to be dressed in smart casuals. Next time I’ll be “in like Flynn” for some of the marvellous tucker they serve.
Wrest Point Casino, Derwent Yacht Squadron, Don Camillo’s
Turning right towards the city, I’m on another mission. Magnet Court is where you’ll find one of Hobart’s best and busiest Italian restaurants. Don Camillo’s has been on my list for several years but still eludes me. You know it’s good when it’s fully booked out on a Friday and Saturday night, sometimes weeks ahead.
Vermey’s Butcher, Wursthaus Kitchen, Knopwoods Retreat
Like a dog cocking a leg at its favourite lamp post, I can’t walk past Vermey’s without calling in. Along with the Wursthaus Kitchen, this has to rate as my favourite Hobart butcher shop. The display of meat is impressive to say the least and I needed some for tea. Pork loin chops and a few Italian sausages were the shot for me while the friendly staff posed for their shot as Nikon clicked away.
Completing my walk, I re-entered the city at a busy time. Traffic in both directions made crossing difficult so I headed down into Salamanca via Montpellier Retreat feeling quite guilty as I passed the Wursthaus. Should I call in, because some “Tas Truffles Have Arrived”? No. I needed a beer and what better place to end my walk but at Knopwoods Retreat where they would have my Guinness poured.
You should try it sometime!
Roger Findlay spends all his holidays in Tasmania, then writes about the experience for Think Tasmania. If you’d like Roger to visit you in the name of research (so we can publish information about your business), please contact us.
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