This will hurt me...

Ezra awaits the arrival of the orcas. You can’t see it in this photo, but just behind those dunes he’s sharpened up the knives and is ready to gut and fillet the colossal crustacean fish whale member of the oceanic dolphin family. Dip ‘em in a bit of olive oil, roll in some fresh rosemary and tarragon, stick ‘em on the grill and serve with a nice summer salad. Bon appétit!

So Christmas is done and dusted for another year. All we have left is to get out in the water, catch us a few fresh Orcinus orcas , fire up the barbie and we’ve got ourselves a traditional Tasmanian New Year Hāngi! Get to it Henry!

We have been in receipt of the reports that a pod of bloodthirsty Orcinus orcas – that’s killer whales to you and I – are marauding though the Derwent Estuary , terrorising everything that appears before their beady, perfidious eyes. Of course, Henry immediately demanded to be “taken to the beach”, and thrust himself into the treacherous swells and set about sorting these ‘roided-up dolphins out. But the water was a bit nippy, so we got fish ‘n chips instead.