Saturday, 31 December 2011
This photo is for Tim F who loves the Sydney Hobart. This is the official finish line (this yellow buoy and across to the one on the right of the photo). For me today it was the official turning buoy in the Sandy Bay to Kingston via CSIRO recreational paddle, veterans division. Competitors : 1. I saw most of the last of the Sydney Hobart boats drifting up the river as I paddled and a tonne of little plastic kayaks out on the water as the weather was fantastic.
Tip for young warriors:
Always remove your pyjamas BEFORE taping on your body armour..
SA was lovely and all but I was very happy to get back on the water as soon as I could...
We've resolved to purchase some plastic kayaks for the next trip to KI as it's the perfect kayaking location really - lots of little bays and dolphins and beautiful blue green water..
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Right, so as I mentioned before, at Flour Cask Beach, on the turning of the tide (Low to High) you can see these cool sink holes in the rock..where the water sucks up and down like a bath plug as the waves crash further out to sea.. We put small things down the holes to see where they ended up but the larger things were a bit difficult to experiment with as they wiggled too much when you picked them up..
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Today at West Beach Zali and Jett were lucky enough to get a ride in a surf rescue rubber ducky thingy. You'd need a magnifying glass to see him but Jett's head is there popping up on the left side of the boat (and Zali is standing in the black and white top). Jon and I were surprised at the enthusiasm with which Jett clambered into the boat as the last time he was on a small speedboat (at Freycinet a few years ago) he was holding on to Jon for dear life for the duration of the trip - admittedly it was a bit rougher that day.
There's a pelican in the photo too - if I'd held off the shot for 1 second longer there would have been about 10 of them as that was the first of a crowd which came flying by - and half an hour earlier 3 dolphins swam past just a few metres from shore too. I went for a swim but I couldn't stop thinking about sharks.I wish I could have gone for a paddle.
Friday, 23 December 2011
After a dark and cold 4am start and two flights we arrived on Planet Adelaide at 9am, just in time to get to the very popular 9.30am breakfast at the adjacent-to-airport Ikea. And get this, if you spend say $30 getting an ikea breakfast (which is hard to do given the breakfast special is $1.95), you get exactly that much discounted off the price of your ikea goods - how exciting is that! If you are a) Tasmanian (us) and b)on a high protein diet (Jon), then that is VERY exciting! Adelaide is like a different planet at this time of year - to go from windy/rainy/mildly sunny Tasmania, to Adelaide when everyone is putting on jumpers if it is below 30 degrees is quite a shock. It's not as bad heat-wise this year as it has been in previous years however I'm finding my stupid ankle is really really annoying at the moment as I can't get out to run or even walk in the national park we are staying right next to.
In better news, Jon's sister has put in a pool (I think backyard pools are a compulsory requirement here) since last time so the kids have spent most of their waking hours in it and the rest of the time on the Wii so they are certainly enjoying their holiday.
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Since the depths of winter I've been going to a weekly group paddling session whenever I can. The sessions are about 90 minutes long and are really great for improving speed as they are really interval training sessions of various lengths and of course in variable conditions (generally freezing in winter, windy in summer). Even more important than the actual training though has been the chance to meet some other paddlers who are around my speed and training for the same events. This morning (when another paddling plan sadly fell through due to injury) I went paddling with Ian, who lives miles away (by Hobart standards anyway) but was able to be convinced that a paddle from Kingston beach to Margate (16k) was a good plan (which it was as it turns out). Paddling with someone else is really good not just from the perspective of company but also for safety. Which isn't to say that I'm not ok by myself, but it's better with a paddling buddy.
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Jett and Zali took part in an event the other day. I wasn't there to see it but I still knew when I went to pick them up that they'd been in an event. How did I know you ask? Because they were wearing this plastic 'ribbon' proclaiming their participation.
Whilst my initial urge was to melt these 'ribbons' back to the plastic sludge they started as (as the risk of asphyxiating my family), I've kept them around while I've been working out exactly why I hate them so much (aside from their horrible plasticyness of course). I think I know...
If you are going to give a ribbon, at least have it say something positive. And if you're going to do the touchy feely thing of giving every kid a ribbon you may as well go the whole hog and have that ribbon say 'Well Done' or 'Great Effort' or something like that. To merely report on the events of the day (albeit with a smiley face) seems like a waste of effort. Although I guess it does make them reusable (as hey - they aren't going to biodegrade after all) - I might pin one onto myself after going to the dentist. Although perhaps that isn't an event as such. Maybe I could save it for a court hearing, or perhaps a riot - although that might make it harder to evade the police afterwards.
It's school assembly season, and here is Zali showing us how the oldest girl in a Swedish family would dress up to celebrate St Lucia's day. She looks great although it looks like she put her feet on the wrong way round in the morning.
Granny knitted a family heirloom this year when she churned out 3 wise men, 3 sheep, 2 shepherds, Mary, Joseph, Jesus, a crib and an onlooking donkey. This is right up with her efforts in the 80s when I commanded her to turn out some extremely complicated designs (way more complicated than pictured below but you get the idea of the style) in time for various social events. Anyway - the obvious problem is there's more than one descendant so I'll clearly have to up my efforts to get my siblings disinherited asap. So Mum it was Paul who cleaned my roller skates with your toothbrush, not me as previously thought. And despite previous admissions to the contrary it was Denny who painted the side of the house with orange enamel paint when Dad told me her explicitly that she was not allowed to touch that paint. If that doesn't work maybe I should just get in early and start sticking little red stickers onto them with 'cathy' written on them.