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We have no fixed learning structure here in boatland, as I’ve probably explained many times before. The Smalls learn from life as they encounter it, read about it, get whacked by it or told it. Whatever. The rule at the moment is just daily violin practice and journal entries. The rule is not necessarily consistently …
“We’ve got a couple of choices,” said M, as we sat on the sand at Bayview yesterday afternoon. “The weather is pretty much going to be ballistic for the next week, which means we’ll have to stay in Pittwater, or…” “Or?” “Or we can leave early in the morning before the ballistic really kicks in …
It is 27th September 2017 – exactly one year since we set sail from Hastings, Victoria. We have lived aboard a catamaran on the sea for 12 whole months. How completely mad! We’ve been in four different Australian states, and further up the east coast than I’ve ever been in a car or an aeroplane. …