Where do I even start with this here Sunday? I woke up in Hobart, happily. Deep in linen sheets, a long soak in a ridiculously good bath while Reece went to get breakfast, a morning walk down to the harbour and the local bookshop, and then a wander over to Templo for a near-perfect lunch. We somehow lucked out with the warm sun on our backs, a cute seat at the bar, several very good wines, a few magnificent bowls of pasta, some semolina cake and more good wine (the Golden Ratio Pet Nat actually making my heart burst - a chardonnay and riesling blend, my two very faves in one juicy bottle). I like unfussy, hearty and very softly done places, so Templo is my dream, everything just right.
Certainly for the best that we had a winding and sunny walk back up the hill to Slow Beam, where we were staying though. It sobered me up in time for some local gin and some evening lounging with the most amazing view. The house reaches up the hill, across two levels, and the view out over the treetops, down the steep climb to town and out over the harbour captured the best and most glowy spring light as the day faded. Some windows just the textured bush, all dappled and golden, others framing the water, with the soft light fractured off the sound.
I woke not long after 5 on Monday morning, as the blue light was turning and it started to rain. The window in the bedroom isn’t so much big as immense, a wide ‘scape of the bush and sky. I love the sound of rain on flat tin roofs, and being awake before the world is properly stirring. Just birds and the blurry yellow street lights as the day cracks open and things begin to show themselves.