Duly blessed and feeling very self-satisfied - if not beatified- the journey began.
First mandatory stop was at the Ross Bakery which was bathed in autumnal hues and serving excellent Cornish pasties and other sweetmeats.
The township of Ross - it's name means "horse" but no sign of meat substitution in the excellent Cornish pasties
Shortly after leaving Ross the Prop realised that he had failed to pack any long daks! Only shorts and a swimming costume. Concerned that he may be prevented from attending several potential formal engagements, on arrival in Devonport, the Prop sought out the well known high-class sartor, Herr Klaus Mart (more popularly known by the sobriquet "K-Mart") in order to obtain some bespoke pantaloons.
Ended up with a cheap pair of elastic waisted navy blue trousers which may or may not pass muster.
Thereafter we took light refreshment at "Banjos" in the Devonport Mall - one of the few businesses in Devonport open on Anzac Day (other than Herr Mart's Emporium)
A bank building at the Rooke Street end of the mall was closed for business but it appears that the signwriter inadvertently omitted the "n".
Thence to board the Spirit of Tasmania II for the trip across the Bass Strait. From on board, Devonport looked like a picture.
After that, nothing else interesting happened, so we went to bed.
4 comments:
The Fife Taff enquires what century does the town of Deveonport operate in, given that you can still acquire pantaloons?
How goes my erstwhile temporary home, the Tadpole? Pics please
Like beards in the town of Ironbark, pantaloons "are all the go way up in" Devonport!
The Tadpole goes well. Minor hiccup on 31 April - see blog for 1May.
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