Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land
Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...
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I've never heard of a pademelon (is that how you spell it?) before. You lot have the maddest critters.
How did it behave? Scared of humans? Or came to you all when you called at it? Did you pat it? I just need to go to Australia to hug these animals; many of them are hugged by visitors in those centers (I see all these animal programs at Animal Channel).
It's a National Park, so you're not supposed to touch or feed the animals. Oddly enough, I respect of such rules