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Well, you know how it goes - your out for a great sail, be it for a week, or a year, or a decade, and suddenly it's nearly over.  You find yourself having that one last meal of oysters and mussels...

 ...and one last session of throwing rocks into the water...

...and sharing an anchorage with mates one last time...

...and having one last sail in the rain.

And thus it was for us.  Albuera Street Primary School was reopening its doors to the youth of Sandy Bay, and we weren't going to miss out.

So we sailed into Hobart at dusk on a Sunday night.  That's Mt. Wellington below, the essential Hobart landmark.

Hobart has to be one of the more beautiful little cities in the world.  Nothing grand or spectacular or over-the-top, but it's a fantastic place to sail into at dusk, this friendly place at one of the far reaches of the world.  We'll miss it when we leave for good.