Adieu Tassie

We finished our holiday with a wander around the ancient streets and alleys around Constitution Dock.
We lunched at a little Greek place..the octopus was good:)..and the beer apparently.
Then it was time to head for the airport via Richmond..a very very pretty village sporting the oldest bridge in Australia.It was built in 1823 by convicts deported here from Britain. It is said the bridge is haunted by ghosts..esp the ghost of one George Grover,who beat his convicts mercilessly and who in return was beaten to death by convict workers and thrown into the river.



We flew home on a cold glorious evening flight. It had been a wonderful holiday:)