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Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.

Hen and Jen ponder the fact that today was our first 'proper' beach swim of the season...

And the fish swim in the lake/ and do not even own clothing.

West to the mountain. Lindisfarne, March 2011. You can see above one of the fine views from Henry's classroom. Look a bit further to the left (south) and you'll see the Tasman Bridge and the Derwent Estuary open up out to the sea... A poem. Salutation , Ezra Pound O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen them with untidy families, I have seen their smiles full of teeth and heard ungainly laughter. And I am happier than you are, And they were happier than I am; And the fish swim in the lake and do not even own clothing.

Modern conservatives are engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.

Metal plus seaside equals corrosion. Little Howrah Beach, October 2011. I've warned Ezra about jumping up and down too vigorously on corroded man personholes, utilising the tried an true 'fear' approach (i.e. there are crocodiles locked up in there). As long time readers will intimately know, I have been a passionate and enthusiastic supporter of manhole protection for many years now.