I went up a mountain. Mount Wellington. So high! Above the bush line by car. That's a pretty laid back way to climb a mountain. There was also some great Pinot Noir (Tasmanian of course!), wonderful seafood at The Drunken Admiral, a nice lunch in a little country town, and oh......that perfect spa bath (insert contented, very relaxed sigh here). The warm fuzzy glow hasn't worn off yet.
Back to Sydney after that....more meetings and a long flight back to windy Wellington. For the first time this house is too quiet.
And I've lost my keys somewhere, which is going to make it hard to drive the car.