sometimes simple is best

The cave at Stacky's Bite.

Sometimes it takes a lot to beat something simply beautiful. And this applies to food too.

Blogger hassles.

Blogger is being very otherwise and won't let me edit my posts. If this continues, we'll just have to shift to another platform.

Anyway - this is the link to Crawlspace for those of you it won't work for.

Crawlspace

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K9 self-sufficiency.

At about mid-day we had a yapping and yammering from the front garden. So I went to have a look -- to find Puggle and Wednesday had cornered a large wallaby that they'd got down and were now engaged in biting in as many places as possible. They'd managed to bite a hole in its side - but not I would have thought, anywhere vital. I finished the business with lump of wood and cut the creature's throat. The wallaby was actually bigger than Wednesday so I was surprised -- I would have thought it would kicked the dogs away, and possibly done them more damage than they could do it. The cats -who were watching from the window were very impressed. I've had dogs that were good ratters before, but this one really must be the biggest rat the kitties had ever seen. I had to haul i up into a tree and disembowel and skin it and I was very very glad Tom wasn't watching me. Still, it got done, and the dogs have 16 days of dog-roo. I'm not too keen on this catch and kill your own idea for them, as I think this is too exiting and they may go a wandering if they get the chance. And I'd hate it to be a sheep instead. They're not young dogs any more either. On the other hand, I really don't want roos in the garden.

Empty house...

Well, Judith and Patrick are gone to Cradle mountain, and it may be a while before we see visitors again. I enjoyed having them very much, but I didn't do much writing. Anyway, had a look at an old cool-room today, that hopefully soon will be here. Also came home with an old Abalone wetsuit - 9 mm thick in its heyday. It was shrove tuesday, and i was roped in as a pancake maker at the CWA rooms. Hmm. Lot of pancakes!

Meet the gullfriend

Life little lessons

Life's little lessons: 1)If you aren't wearing a weight-belt, don't let go of your hand-spear at the end of your shot in deep water. (imagine Judith -who lets NOTHING stop her, bobbing frustratedly above her spear. Fortunately I could get down to it).
2)If you find an old 10 foot tinnie in the shed, put water inside it to see if it leaks before taking it into the big blue ocean. (The maiden voyage of the Queen Mary that Norman found on the farm was even shorter and less successful than that of the good ship Zoo. Her stern filled with water before the bow was IN the water.)
3)NEVER go into a cave that is too deep to reverse out of when your air stops coming down the hookah pipe (my mouthpiece detached while I was fighting with a crayfish, but I assumed the compressor had stopped running. Getting back in the water a second time after that was very difficult, but I did it.)
4)If you think you'll get to bed early in the Whoop-whoop, think again. (We had four separate sets of evening visitors last night, before I could cook our tea.)