“More English than England herself” was how Anthony Trollope once described Tasmania. And so it sometimes still seems. In the lace-curtained cafes of Hobart, there are buttered scones and honey for tea. Church bells ring across meadows where plump cows graze And there are towns called Brighton, Beaconsfield and Launceston. The original settlers, it is said, wanted Tassie to sound like home – precisely because it is so far away.   But nothing prepares you for discovering Manchester Central station […]