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Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow, cor blimey hello Mrs Jones, how's old Bert's lumbago? Mustn't grumble...


Here is an image that is a nice approximation of a lazy Sunday here in Hobart. Not that many actually own boats of course, but it's easy enough to find one to look at. The rich in Tasmania haven't quite managed to fence out the rest as they appear to have elsewhere. That said, I'd rather a kayak anyway. A boat seems like too much hard work.

The bonus with a boat however, is that it would enable me to finally get that Great White Shark that Henry and Ezra have been pestering me about.
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KL said…
Ah! a lovely lazy sunday - perfect to roll in the grass with a book in hand and some dreams.
16 February 2009 at 00:33
Dot-Com said…
Lovely! I can't wait for our one day of summer here so I can go for a walk on the beach or look at the boats or something. If only I knew when it would be, I'd make sure to take that day off *lol*
16 February 2009 at 05:31
freefalling said…
Them theres dry hills.
16 February 2009 at 08:06
Stefan Jansson said…
A kayak will do just fine here I think.
16 February 2009 at 08:08
Kris McCracken said…
KL, and do the washing!
16 February 2009 at 09:42
Kris McCracken said…
Dot-Com, only one day? No wonder the missus' family came out to Australia!
16 February 2009 at 09:43
Kris McCracken said…
FF, the eastern shore ALWAYS gets more sun.
16 February 2009 at 09:43
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, I reckon that you could kayak all day around the Derwent estuary and be fine, safety-wise.
16 February 2009 at 09:44
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