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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Anyway I found a way to switch back but I am not sure if I could tell anyone how to do it. All I can say is that I kept clicking on everything until it asked me if I wanted to go back to the old version and I clicked it on and I am not going to click on the new version again until they make me.
But then I did complain to blogger about not being able to switch back anymore, so maybe they answered my pleas. Just kidding they probably ignored my begging. So just keep clicking things and you will find it too. It feels good to be back home.
God bless.
This is an old, closed down 'petrol station'.