A shot out to Collins Street from under the General Hospital in Hobart's Rivulet.
When you're next in Battery Point make sure you grab breakfast or coffee at Jackman & Ross. Beccy and I love a lazy Sunday coffee here.
IN BA HOB DRY SIB YHR BOER WAR MBAD DRUMS RUGLE ECHOE'S AE TREES WHISTLE SADDLES CREAKING A MORSE CODE THIS A KN SCRAPES BILLY B AND IAM IN A TIN WAGON SIDES CLANK BENEATH STARS LISTEN LISTEN THE TENT FLAPS PART BURNING BRANDS TOSSED ON ROOF THAT H SMOKEY PUFF WRENCHED SOF THE CORK POPPING FROM A TIN FLASH A JACKAL YAMMERS HANCERS PENNANTS ARE IN THE WIND HOBNAILS FAINTLY THE CROSSING SCENE SOBS LISTENING POST DRY EARTH FALLS FROM THE RAVINE PATTERNING DESERT PLOVERS BEAT OFF~SNAPPED KINDLING THE MATCH FLAME LICKS WORDS IN BOER RICOCHET ONTO THE VELDSTONES THE GUN~MUTTER ECHOES EART AT LONG A KOPJE SLOPE THE HORSES TROT AWAY LISTEN`LISTEN~BRIDLES DANGLING ~ THE CANT OF A HIGH PAIR OF VICKERS GUNS PLUNGING HORSES ~ A HORSE WHIP ~A REVOLVER OPENS AND SPINS EMPTY ~SABRE SCRAPES WORDS INSPIRED BY BOER WAR POETRY And with phrases like the 'gun mutter echoes' I can see why the artist was inspired with Boer War Poetry. These are the words on the monument I can make out from this photograph.