That's not an issue at all when you take a look at the bottle shop located next door to what looks like a good Thai BYO. A bottle shop that stocks Trappist Ales is bound to have something worth investigating if we opt to sit down and the same consideration applied to the takeaway side of things, n'est ce pas?
Actually, that last bit probably sounds better in Thai.
I returned to base with a bottle of Trappist Ale that was sampled as the preceding detail was tapped out. Around six thirty we headed out for Thai, opting to sit down rather than take away, venturing into the bottle shop for a Jim Barry Watervale Riesling.
The Critical Reader might question that particular selection. Surely, TCR might suggest, Hughesy could have found something less usual. I could quite possibly have done so, but I knew the 2013 Watervale came with an enormous wrap, and I hadn't tried it yet. I'll be looking for a box when we get home.
TCR might also suggest I'm being a tad ungenerous when I say the wine was better than the meal it accompanied, but when half of the food wine equation is outstanding the other half will probably pale in comparison.
Suffice it to say that if we're back at Meriton Zetland we'll be back for the Thai and, possibly, a different wine match.
It was just after seven-forty-five when we headed back, with Hughesy diverting into the bottle shop for a Belgian sleeping draught. The theory was that a short spell on the iPad while the beer went down and a relatively early night would hook the body clock into Daylight Saving mode, and I'd be up at the normal time, but an hour earlier if you catch my drift.
It didn't quite work out that way, of course. It rarely does. Madam had decided to do a bit of washing, and there was a drama with the drier which meant somebody needed to be roused around eleven, and I didn't quite manage to get back to the deep and restful repose that was an integral part of the game plan.
Day Three: Sydney > Hobart > Richmond > New Norfolk > Hamlet Downs