
TL/DR: Delicate Snowflake drove a long way, then took a long ferry ride, then drove some more, then flew home.

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These past days I helped a friend move/retire interstate, from Sydney to a small town in north-eastern Tasmania.
For me it was a brief splash-n-dash, between work commitments.
He had complexities for the move, including a dog, lathes and other machines, too many hobbies, etc. oh and there's 400-odd km [~250 miles] of ocean a.k.a. "Bass Strait" [not always calm!]. The main household goods are in a container with a removalist company, and his wife has to stay in Sydney for work, for one more month, before flying down to join him in retirement.
All my iPhone photos turned out to be rubbish so here's the short version sans-pics:
Sunday - we moved the ute, full of hobby things and a dog, to my parents home 2 hours south of Sydney
Monday & Tuesday - I had to work
Wednesday - drove 800+ km [~500 miles] to the ferry in Melbourne
Wednesday overnight - 12 hour ferry crossing to Tasmania - omg -2c [~36f] when we arrived...
Thursday - drove 160km [~100 miles] to the house
Thursday / Friday / Saturday - did the normal setup things power, garbage, water... found a few leaky pipes to fix etc., no furniture so we had sleeping bags [removalists will arrive in a few days]. No heater yet so these were 'fun' days, reminded us of our youth camping in the snow in the high country.
Sunday - returned to Sydney... the flight back took less time than the train back to my folk's place to collect my car

I will drive down in early July to deliver all the things we stored in my garage, they didn't fit into the moving container or his vehicle.
Once he's setup, I now have a holiday house in Tassie complete with chauffeur[!] and they live just 15 minutes drive from some of the best golf courses in Australia
