Monday 21st
November 2016
Life in Tasmania is very wonderful. So many friends and relations to catch up
with…so much chat!
And chastening conversations with the youngest amongst
us…
The other day Rose (4½) asked me if I was a teenager. No?
Well maybe I was a grown-up. I
said yes and she looked at me with narrowed eyes. “Bardy, are you OLD?” Well, yes maybe… “Oh, so you are going to die
soon,” she said, on matter-of-fact tones.
Katy was horrified. “That’s not
very nice, Rose!” Rose turned to her crossly
and said, “I don’t WANT her to die! I
was just ASKING!”
I told Angela on Sunday. She had just had a similarly conversation with
Oliver (6.) He told her that when he
grows up he is going to have a shop. “Wonderful,
darling,” said Angela. “I will come to your
shop and buy things!” He looked at her
witheringly and said, “Oh no, you will be dead by then!”
Marguerite Pete Chris Angela...oh so old... |
12th
October Panasea limestone caves
11 degrees 07 985S
152 degrees 19.939E
Panacea Island
Louisiades PNG
6.5m, beautiful anchorage
Follow that canoe! |
Last time we were at Panasea Island (2011) we had
tried to get around to the other side of the island to look at the limestone
caves. Too shallow to anchor so the only
way is to go in the dinghy. Putt putt
putt…not enough power to combat the strong waves so we turned back.
Michael bare-headed to begin with |
This time we followed a canoe around the corner and along
the beautiful rocky coast, ignoring the waves.
We paid a bit of money and were led up along a narrow jungle path and up
some steep steps and then – a magical cavern, open to the sky!
Long long roots |
The stalactites and mites were huge. I climbed through the cave entrance and then
sat looking down (down down down…) while Pete and Michael made their way to the
sandy bottom and the sea pool.
(I was much happier on my perch; it was all very
slippery and the thought of slipping and breaking my leg was just too daunting.)
Stalactite |
The people of Panasea are hoping this cave will become
a major tourist attraction, as I am sure it would be if tourists were able to
get to Pansea Island any easier way than a long long boat journey…
On the way back Michael had to wear my shirt as a sort of sun-protecting hijab |
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