How can it be 2013 already? I must say though that the final days of last year were excessively good fun.......there is something about this time of year that takes me right back to the summers of my misspent youth. Just before Christmas, we travelled back in time to a party in a paddock in the Midlands.....B&S Ball style.....except that it was to celebrate a friend's 40th birthday and there was no denying that we just aren't 19 any longer. I may have momentarily forgotten this fact while discoing to 'Khe Sanh'......belted out by a two man band in the marquee.....can you believe that one of the band was my old school tutor. Bizarre coincidence. In case you're wondering, I'd better just mention that RM Williams were still the footwear of choice for the chaps (my husband's were black denoting the fact that he, obviously, is a townie) yet mercifully the ladies had moved on from taffeta dresses and puffy sleeves.
Hobart really comes alive once all of the Sydney to Hobart Yacht's start arriving:
And this year, while wandering along the docks, if you felt so inclined, you could go skating on a synthetic rink:
Seventeen years ago I met my now husband amidst the fun and festivities that go along with the lead up to New Year's Eve in Hobart......while the friend I was out and about with met a grinder (before you ask, that's someone who operates the winches to hoist and trim the sails on a yacht) from that year's winner 'Sayonara'. We scored an invitation on board for a New Year's Eve party.....this year three of us who went to that party way back then had to make do with a dinner party at my house:
Which was a much more sedate affair.....yet it was still after three by the time it all wound up.
Happy 2013!
Rx
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