This will hurt me...

There is a lot to be said for staring at walls. Henry and I usually spend a good hour, hour-and-a-half staring at walls each day. It really focuses one's attention.

Clifton Beach is one of my favourite Tasmanian beaches. Sure, it can get rough and tumble out there, but that’s the fun of the beach! The beach itself faces south-southeast into Storm Bay and is exposed to all southerly swell. Waves average around the 1.5-metre mark, but complicating matters is a continuous bar which is cut by rips every 200 metres during and following high waves. Even better, there are permanent rips against the rocks at each end. All of this means that many consider Clifton Beach as the most dangerous beach in Tasmania. Henry here is not so sure. He wagers that there are not enough Great Whites for that title.

Let me assure you that this jumper looks far better when Henry (or indeed Ezra) is not afflicted with a cold. Black is not a colour that renders the tell tale signs of a runny nose inconspicuous.