It is Easter Saturday 1996, at Sydney airport, and my first ‘overseas’ trip this year – and my first-ever holiday to our island state, Tasmania. Eddy is in tow. Upgrades in hand, we front up to the check-in counter at six am for the first flight of the day. Wouldn’t you know, it is cancelled. Separate, middle seats, down the back, on the next flight and we make a running connection in Melbourne for rainy Hobart. Luck at last!
On a visit from the UK, Eddy joins me for an Easter Weekend driving through very scenic parts of Tasmania