This will hurt me...

It really has been one of those weeks. Bring on the Darleks, I say...

Boys in a ball. A Taste of the Huon, Ranelagh. March 2014. 1.] What was your favourite age? Twenty was good. 2.] Do you miss someone right now? Not particularly. 3.] What can you see North West to you? Rabbits. 4.] Do you like bowling? No. 5.] Can you pronounce Italian words? Non molto bene . 6.] Do you prefer black or beige coloured jackets? What an odd question. I like green jackets. 7.] Do you own a hoodie? I own a few. 8.] Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? I used to. 9.] Do you like cheesy puffs? Are they like Cheetos? I like Cheetos? 10.] What's your name without vowels? Krs. 11.] How many layers of clothing are you wearing? One very thin layer. 12.] When was the last time you got a take away? What did you have? Actual take away ‘take away’? I can’t remember. I’m sure that it involved chips. 13.] If you could climb any mountain or range which would you choose? That’s a good question. A long walk along the Carpath...

Snug Falls. Snug, southern Tasmania. October 2012. Theme Thursday and again, for a week we are TOGETHER. Just like these photographs are TOGETHER. Henry and Ezra are usually TOGETHER. Jen and I are more often than not TOGETHER. Ice creams and sticky hands. Chocolate and guilt. Sex and death. Bert and Ernie. Wallace and Grommit. Christmas and regret. Flags and racists. Some things just inevitably go TOGETHER. Jen adjusts. Snug Falls, Snug, southern Tasmania. October 2012.

Sometimes the road less taken is less taken for a reason! Hastings Caves State Reserve, the Huon Valley. May 2012. Sunday Top Five and even though the sun is out and the day is pleasant, I continue to struggle through with this flu. That said, I have managed to do three loads of washing, hang it out and make a litre of dark chocolate mousse, so life could be worse. I hear that the Olympics are on. I hate the Olympics. Well, maybe that's unfair. I find them boring. Even that's a stretch. So today's Top Five Eight: My Memories Of Olympics Held During My Lifetime! I can't recall a single thing about Beijing (Ezra was born around the time of the Opening Ceremony). Sorry China. I know that it was in Athens the time before, but other than some odd shenanigans involving two Greeks on a motorbike, I didn't see anything else. Sydney was rammed down out throats here in Australia, but for me the memorable aspect was the Roy and HG show, and that consisted of tak...

See Ezra, this isn't your ordinary run-of-the-mill puddle. This here is what you call a Rannelagh puddle . A 'Rannelagh puddle'? Yeah, a Rannelagh puddle . What makes a puddle a 'Rannelagh puddle'? ... [Ahem] Plenty of Rannelagh.

Looking down! Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011. Also, when in a cave, don't forget to look down ! Whose feet? Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011.

Croquembouche? Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011. Like most caves, there are a bunch of odd animals. Over forty species live in the cave, allegedly . I'd like to taste it. Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011. Troglodytes,

Melting moments. Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011. Now these caves started to form around forty million years ago, but seemed to be unseen until 1917, when forest workers knocked down a bloody great big tree and knocked a great big hole in the ground to reveal an entrance. As usual, they named the bugger after the governor of the time who never bothered to visit. Mud from the mid-1960s. Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011. The cave itself is a decent size with a bit of light. There are a bunch of stairs that can get pretty steep, but Ezra managed to them just fine. Formed in dolomite, this cave is a bit different from the usual limestone around these parts. Despite being the middle of winter, underground is pretty nice, with the temperature a comfortable nine degrees Celsius.

Stalactites? We've got a few... Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011. Hastings Caves - deep down in the south of Tasmania - was our destination last Saturday. Henry was initially reticent, but once assured that there are no bears in this state (koala's included), he ventured into the subterranean depths... Stalagmites? Them too... Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011. Newdegate Cave is the largest of the Hastings set. in terms of a cavern, it's a big-un! As today is my last day of freedom, we're heading to the east coast for the beach. Don't fret, because I have plenty of cave pics to savour through the day. Spooky? Absolutely! Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011. We spent an hour in Newdegate's massive and varied cavern. Everywhere you turn there's something to look at: flowstone, stalactites, columns, shawls, straws, stalagmites and the unusual helictites that grow in all directions!

I'm not sure who took these two today, Jen or Henry. Jen is claiming them, and Henry is keeping quiet about it, but they do have his touch of class about them. Anyway, it was taken on their belated trip to the Steenholt Ranch in the deep south of Tasmania near Geeveston , which is about sixty kilometers south of Hobart, right into the southern part of the Huon Valley . They stopped along the gorgeous Huon River to take a few snaps for me to share with the world. Now, I would never be so cruel to cast aspersions on any region of the state - because I'm just not that sort of fellow - but I have heard other, less considerate folk say that they hear the faint echo of dueling banjos each time they head down this way. Yet Henry and Jenry emerged intact from their journey, well stocked with banana passionfruit and choc-chip cookies. This tells me that what other people say about the strange goings-on amongst the reclusive, anti-one world government crowd that seem to gather in th...