Slum Devil

Outing to Little Blue Lake, and (eventually, after a cross-country dead end) to Mount Paris Dam Wall.

A saw a skink at the Dam Wall. Screamed and bolted past E on a little bridge over the river. E tripped, after getting his foot stuck between two planks on the bridge. Managed to save himself, but not his shoe, which was flung into the river. J successfully retrieved shoe, and also found five dollars under the bridge. Winning.

Lunch at Weldborough Pub, ten years and one day since we were last here, with Stevie, on our Tassie bike ride. Wish I could reminisce with him. They do a pretty good meal, and beer, and have a collection of books, one of which I read over lunch to distract myself from bursting into tears every two minutes. Poems about someone’s experience of an asylum in 1960s Tasmania, coincidentally the second book I’ve read in two days on that topic.

Finished the day with a trip to the beach, sans bathers, in cloudy and cool weather. A did about a million handstands, almost giving herself dreadlocks. E rolled up his pants and ran in and out of the water over and over. Not sure there’s anyone who loves the beach quite as much as he does.