I think it was Peter Allen, or perhaps his slightly less feminine writing partner Carole Bayer-Sager who penned the immortal line "....Don't wish too hard for what you might want, because then you might get it..." in one of their unforgetable hits of the 80's, the rest of which fortunately I have forgotten. Well, we left Darwin because it was too hot, and Hobart seemed like a good idea for some relief from the heat and humidity. We wandered down the Heritage Way, pausing to inspect the occassional gorgeous historical village, before arriving in Hobart for a spot of lunch at the wharf. "What about a trip up Mount Wellington ?" I said, "Remember when we were here last time, the clouds were so thick (it was February) that there was no view at all." So we laboured up the hill to the summit to be greeted by a blizzard. When we left Hobart, the temperature was 14 degrees, and the wind was calm. At the summit (1270 metres), the temperature was 0 degrees, and the wind gale force. No view further than 20 metres, and a long and very, very slow descent driving back down in the snow. Perhaps something between Hobart and Darwin weatherwise would be nice !