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A centre of learning. Campbell Street, Hobart. February 2011.

Another busy morning has seen me miss the deadline for the first time in a while.

We’re all going to Melbourne on Thursday. Whatever will we do?

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Hi! Kris...
What a very nice shot Of..."A centre of learning. on Campbell Street, Hobart."
Thanks, for sharing the quote too!
DeeDee ;-D
Roddy said…
Enjoy yourselves my son. Enjoy yourselves.
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I’ve never been in the building, but expect it is cold.

Roddy, we shall try. We have a big agenda: Zoo, Aquarium, Museum, Scienceworks, Market Street…
Roddy said…
Make sure your grandfather is home if you go near him. Get lots of pictures of him and his GREAT-grandchildren. Please!
I wish I could be with you all, especially when you do the zoo.
Don't get spoilt by Melbourne's public transport system. You just might want it when you get back home.

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