I remember it was a Saturday, maybe around four o'clock and the parking area at Station Pier for travellers on the Spirit of Tasmania seemed rather chaotic.
The appointed time to begin loading cars began and slowly cars moved onto the ship but more kept arriving.
There were a large number of motorcycles, most with Queensland number plates, travelling on to Tasmania.
The adjacent Princes Pier is not a working pier but it has been restored. The chimney belongs to the gas fired Newport Power Station, normally only used to supplement the power supply
Midnight one New Year's Eve was spent on the rooftop of a nearby highrise block of apartments. We could see many different fireworks going off around the city, but my favourite was the one going off at this small lighthouse.
Something about this bird looked familiar. I was sure I had looked it up before so why could I not remember what it was? It has a very distinctive beak and once home I realised it is a Pacific Gull, but a juvenile, hence the brown colouring instead of being black and white.
Back home and oh no, it is that time of the year again. Blasted Grand Pricks. Extreme traffic congestion during the set up/take down process. Noise from cars and helicopters. Gattina's Mr G will be glued to his television set. I'll wave to him from my bedroom window.
We were at the back of the clock in Melbourne Central, a place I loath, and I never knew there was little faux animated feature at the back of the clock.
Fortunately we still have some normal toy shops around. I hate the way the big department stores are just dominated by kid's movie characters. There is little else to buy in such stores than something related to a tv show or a movie. I'd like to smash her with a sledge hammer and see her fall apart into individual blocks. But oh, I suppose the kiddies would cry.
Dear tree woollie makers, your efforts are grand, but better you do it for winter and keep the sap warm than in summer.