Good morning one and all. Tomorrow I’m heading off to the big smoke of Hobart to have a look about whilst on holidays. This is always a dangerous ploy from my better half because it means I have to talk and interact with people instead of the farm dogs which can lead to me using rather descriptive language on urbanite’s who start to seek their safe space when I address them. Should be fun, what can possibly go wrong.
Anyway’s my morning smoke is Telegraph Hill in one of my #33’s
Anyway’s my morning smoke is Telegraph Hill in one of my #33’s