G'day ooh-aah,

The first four words - and the general form - could suggest I am a Man of Constant Sorrow ... but Mark Stevenson seems much more sanguine about British weather than that! It almost describes the weather in which you could walk (and sing) - within an hour or so of Hobart.

When I was last in Tasmania, I noticed some history on the National Park - a hiking / walking / mountain sports favourite from the latter part of the 19th century - and I was intrigued by 1920s photographs of a moonlight ball (to the music of wind-up gramophones) on the frozen surface of one of its lakes!

Regards,

Bob Bolton