I spent a glorious long weekend in Hobart last week visiting a dear friend and her gorgeous family. It was my first time in beautiful Tasmania, and it definitely won’t be my last.
So… a bit of a funny story… I knew that Hobart was a place where Husband’s grandfather grew up. And I also knew that the particular house in which he grew up was very beautiful, and that it had been sold by the family to the National Trust back in the 60s. What I didn’t know was what it was called – or rather, I completely forgot. When I arrived to Hobart, I told my friend and her family about the house, but I couldn’t tell them the name. They tried to look it up for me on the net by searching the surname without any luck. When I finally spoke to Husband, he told me that the house was called Runnymede. My friend and her mum almost couldn’t believe it…