Turn back the clock

Today was my first experience of time travel. We went back an hour and it did not feel remarkably different, just earlier. Unfortunately, my grandfather has been dead for some years so I could not cause a space-time paradox by murdering him (or possibly in a less homicidal manner getting him out of marrying my grandmother.) But daylight savings only allows you to move back one hour here, so all of these paradoxes are out of the question unless you have arranged them for 2 AM on sunday morning. I think the powers that be figured that most grandads would be tucked up in bed at that time, and it would be less likely that Tasmanians would go around wrecking the fabric of space-time. I've always been an advocate of daylight saving for South Africa, but this is my first experience of it. The days are definitely much shorter now and winter is nibbling at us. The island is full of Easter strangers, many of whom don't greet passing cars. I already feel territorial about 'our' turf.