This will hurt me...

Try as we might, we never did manage to spot a bunyip ...

That's right. We've been using Henry as bait for the infamous Blue Ringed Octopus...

Ezra just told me that he wants to be a 'Scientologist' when he grows up. I dearly hope that he meant 'palaeontologist'...

Henry makes a startling find at the bottom of the cliffs on Clifton Beach. A rock !

Good luck, seagull. Seven Mile Beach, May 2011. I shall be in Launceston by the time this post goes up, putting the finishing touches on the project that I have been working on for (nearly) the past year. It’s been a bit of a slog, and arrives just at the point when the government realises that there is no more money. Yet these things have a way or sorting themselves out. Then…? Something else. There’s always something else. I just wish that this something else was for a little more money.

By mere burial man arrives not at bliss; and in the future life, throughout its whole infinite range, they will seek for happiness as vainly as they sought it here, who seek it in aught else than that which so closely surrounds them here - the Infinite .

Yep. Still looking...

This evening I present to you a nice juxtaposition of my sons, with a bit of distance to mix things up a bit in a composition sense. Here you can see Henry and Ezra on the lookout for secret treasure . Every time we cross this patch of ground we are alert (but not alarmed) to the prospect of finding a rich booty of this very special substance. Now, I put it to you dear World, what are we looking for?