Thursday morning in my own space, and it feels good. Tuesday night in Sydney was awful, I was kept awake until after 2 a.m by noise from a band in pub opposite my hotel in Sydney. A family in the room next to mine had two children, they were up and making noise at 5. Sleep was impossible.

Feeling so tired, I decided against spending a day in Sydney. I changed my reservation on the train and took the midday service. Being so close to the Easter school holidays, I didn't expect to get a seat. In fact the train was heavily booked, but they had a cabin nobody wanted because it faced backwards. I jumped at it, three seats to myself, my own bathroom, a door to shut myself in, and all at no extra cost.

Last night I fell into bed and slept like a baby. The call of Magpies woke me this morning; it's nice to be home. Today I have to hit the supermarket, I ran down my groceries before I went away, so I need to stock up for the Easter long week end.

There are over 300 emails waiting for my attention, I'll make a start on them, and then get down to my photos. I took more than 2,000 photos on my trip to Tasmania, so it will take a while to work through them all and pick out the best for post production. What a wonderful adventure this has been; already I'm thinking about possible future destinations, and how I might do it smarter.

In the departure lounge at Hobart airport, two posters caught my eye; I took a photo of each. The shots aren't very good because the posters were under glass and there are reflections, but the message shines through.



Whatever you discovered in Tasmania... Tell the world...

                                  Is where you're going as beautiful as where you're leaving?

Finally, two shots taken from the train yesterday, to remind me that home isn't so bad either.