Sunday 12^th August

Yesterday a big flotilla of watercraft took to the river to protest against the supertrawler, Margiris, which is on its way to Tasmania to devastate our fishing industry by catching far too many fish.  To put it in simple terms.  The flotilla was to gather at and leave from the Motor Yacht Club, home of 2XS.  Pete and I were keen to join in the protest and merriment but…when 10am came, we were (a) exhausted already and (b) involved in family matters, so we stayed and looked at it all happening on the river from the heights of West Hobart.  (We were justifiably exhausted because we hadn’t got to bed till nearly 4am.  And then we were wide awake and up for watching the pole vaulting finals.) 

Pete and his offspring had been out, to the Father Son Daughter dinner at the Tasmanian Club; James’s girlfriend Bronwen and I stayed at home and looked after a very small Matilda, who went to sleep like a little angel at 8.30.  Headlams stay up very late…The team got home at about 2am, full of beans.  Thus…a late night for all.  And no 2XS presence vs the Evil Margiris.