An arctic blast: Hobart and around

The old Jam Factory at the waterfront

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At times it is the perfect soundtrack. At other times, not so much. But when you're exploring the rugged Tasmanian countryside, a little musical variety is crucial. Add a little bit of nostalgia and some cringe-worthy strolls down memory lane, and you've got a good mix of up and down to take you, well, up and down - from Hobart through Doo Town to Port Arthur, up Mount Wellington for our first taste of snow, along the coast and back to a cosy bar for some warmth and a lot of scrummy seafood.

This is our first foray this far south. Never before have we ventured to the apple isles, and some would argue that we are mad to head to Hobart in the middle of winter. I mean the only place colder than Victoria right now is Tasmania. But Carl had to go for work and everyone knows that I hate to be left out of any travel plans particularly when I haven't had a holiday in a while. A long while. Weather never stops me, even cold weather and everyone also knows how I feel about the cold.

Even the art rugs up against the cold

To survive, we're employing a few important coping strategies, most of them consumable - food, wine, coffee - in substantial quantities. Lucky for us, Hobart gets it. It gets that you need sustenance to keep you buoyant in bad weather and this little town is a tidy package of buzzing cafes, bars and restaurants, from the wine at Salamanca to the fresh seafood at the harbour, and right down to the cutest little bakery among the sandstone cottages at Battery Point. Like Scandinavians, Tasmanians aren't afraid of the cold: just rug up and get out there.

Salamanca from the harbour

It's a tough call, but the cold shouldn't stop you from getting out of the city