Discover the best time of year, based on historical climate, temperature, and precipitation.
The best weather in Hobart is from January, February, March. — consistent weather climate
🌨Cold
| Score | 84 | 87 | 85 | 76 | 54 | 41 | 41 | 40 | 53 | 65 | 78 | 81 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Climate | Pleasant | Mild | Mild | Mild | Cold | Cold | Cold | Cold | Cold | Mild | Mild | Mild |
| Temperature | 13–23°C | 12–22°C | 11–20°C | 9–17°C | 7–14°C | 5–12°C | 5–12°C | 5–13°C | 6–15°C | 8–17°C | 10–19°C | 11–21°C |
| Feels like | 12–22°C | 11–21°C | 10–19°C | 7–16°C | 4–12°C | 3–10°C | 2–9°C | 2–10°C | 3–12°C | 5–15°C | 8–18°C | 10–20°C |
| Precipitation | 59mm 9 days | 39mm 7 days | 56mm 8 days | 39mm 6 days | 56mm 8 days | 60mm 9 days | 42mm 8 days | 61mm 11 days | 50mm 9 days | 80mm 12 days | 70mm 11 days | 69mm 10 days |
| Sunshine | 11.1h ☀︎ 74% | 10.3h ☀︎ 75% | 8.6h ☀︎ 70% | 7.6h ☀︎ 70% | 6.6h ☀︎ 68% | 6.0h ☀︎ 66% | 6.8h ☀︎ 73% | 7.3h ☀︎ 70% | 8.6h ☀︎ 73% | 9.3h ☀︎ 70% | 9.8h ☀︎ 67% | 10.5h ☀︎ 69% |
| Wind | SW · 18 km/h | W · 18 km/h | W · 17 km/h | NW · 15 km/h | NW · 16 km/h | NW · 14 km/h | NW · 16 km/h | NW · 17 km/h | NW · 18 km/h | W · 18 km/h | W · 18 km/h | W · 19 km/h |
| Humidity (%) | 68% | 67% | 72% | 75% | 79% | 82% | 80% | 78% | 74% | 72% | 70% | 68% |
| Day length | 14.9h | 13.8h | 12.4h | 10.9h | 9.7h | 9.1h | 9.4h | 10.4h | 11.8h | 13.3h | 14.6h | 15.3h |
Each December, Hobart's Constitution Dock fills with crowds awaiting the arrival of yachts completing the gruelling 628-…
This midwinter festival transforms Hobart with fire installations, live music, art exhibitions and the famous nude solst…
Held on Hobart's waterfront over the New Year period, this food and wine festival showcases the best of Tasmanian produc…
Every standard weather guide points you toward February, but Hobart is at its absolute best in March, when the summer frenzy clears out and the maritime light turns golden and still.
Hobart is defined by the sheer vertical presence of kunanyi / Mount Wellington pressing against the deep waters of the River Derwent. Australia’s southernmost capital sits at the edge of the world, built largely on reclaimed waterfront where salt air mixes with mountain gusts. It is a city that feels intimate, wind-scoured, and deeply tied to the elements. Most people come seeking wild landscapes, cold-climate food, and the edge of isolation, but arriving at the wrong moment means either fighting shoulder-to-shoulder crowds on the docks or shivering through bone-chilling polar gales.
Standard travel wisdom insists that midsummer is king, and by pure meteorology, February looks like the obvious winner. It has marginally higher warmth and the driest afternoons of the year. But conventional guides do not account for how a compact city feels when it is full. March is where the genuine magic happens. The armada of interstate holidaymakers heading back to school leaves Hobart suddenly quiet. The air cools just enough to make walking up the stone stairways of Battery Point an effortless pleasure, yet daytime warmth remains comfortable in just a light sweater.
The River Derwent turns remarkably calm during these weeks, losing the aggressive chop driven by early summer winds. Down at Constitution Dock, the water reflects crisp blue skies and the amber tint of turning leaves. Even as April steps in and evenings demand a proper wool coat, the daylight holds with surprising clarity. If you visit now, you get the open tables, the uncrowded lookouts, and the quiet dignity of a harbour town settling into its rhythms without the seasonal price gouging.
Winter in Hobart is not a time to wander casually along the shoreline hoping for balmy days. From May onward, icy squalls funnel straight up from the Southern Ocean, dusting the crags of kunanyi / Mount Wellington with snow and driving apparent temperatures down into single digits. The waterfront feels barren and exposed. July is the quietest, coldest stretch, when southerly drafts sweep through the sandstone colonnades of Salamanca Place and push everyone indoors toward open hearths and heavy red wine.
Yet the city defies its own miserable winter climate with deliberate defiance in June. Visitors pour across the strait for Dark Mofo, transforming the darkest, wettest weeks into a surreal carnival of fire installations, late-night art, and the notorious nude solstice swim in the numbing currents of the River Derwent. August sees another strange surge of arrivals even as frost coats the docks at dawn. Come in winter only if you embrace the gloom as theatre; if you expect scenic strolling, the damp chill will cut straight through you.
Spring in Hobart is a moving target that catches casual planners off guard. By October, the gardens around the city burst with colour and daylight stretches comfortably into the late evening, but the atmosphere remains chaotic. October brings the wettest weather of the entire year. Rain arrives not in dramatic tropical downpours, but as persistent, gray drizzles driven sideways by biting westerly winds tumbling off the plateau.
November begins to stabilize, offering preludes to summer with brighter afternoons and milder breezes. It can be a rewarding time to explore the sandstone architecture of Battery Point or take the winding road up the mountain when visibility clears, but you cannot let your guard down. You will likely pack sunglasses, rain gear, and a winter beanie for the same afternoon outing.
December flips the switch into full pandemonium. As the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race finishes, Constitution Dock turns into a sprawling outdoor party of salty crews, spectator flotillas, and buzzing quays. Running alongside it, the Taste of Tasmania fills the waterfront with local seafood and regional wine, pulling in colossal crowds that pack every harbourside path. It is thrilling if you thrive on festival buzz, but the city operates at maximum capacity and finding quiet space is impossible.
January and February carry that warm, dry momentum forward. Long, sun-drenched evenings invite lingering around Salamanca Place as buskers play and the sea breeze softens. February delivers the most reliable stretch of sunny skies and gentle temperatures around 22 degrees, making it the undeniable darling of conventional guidebooks. Yet you share every view, trail, and ferry deck with the rest of the country. It is beautiful, but it lacks the contemplative, wild soul that reveals itself once the calendar turns to March.