and on the topic of 30th birthdays/Maria Island photos

I feel 30, most of my favourite people are 30 and over, so it is nice to finally have had my birthday and be 30. Find it amusing that two of my friends who have the big 30 awaiting at the end of the year are suffering agephobia. One of the advantages is the credibility it gives me at work, as though I deserve to be the teacher now that I'm 30, got lots of birthday messages from work crew whilst away and also a great card from the parents of a young child I treated recently. I'd made him a lino print of a clown which they'd framed, and they gave me a card of "Van Diemens Land" by Lorraine Biggs, which is included in the One Island Many Cultures range at Women Tasmania. In a nice link, I just received an email from R who's organised our International Womens Day breakfast, sending on photographs from the long weekend at Maria Island.

First photograph is of Darlington, where the ferry drops you off. Adrian did his back flips off the jetty you can just see, and I spent a few hours slumbering in the sandhills and swimming with the kids. Only thing missing from the photo is the gang of 20 kids on bikes. The photo of rocks is the view from Maria Island to Freycinet. Apparently Maria Island was abandoned as a convict settlement because it was too easy to escape. Photograph below kind of shows you Fossil Cliffs, and the descent to the rockbed where Adrian and Don and the kids went diving and Budi and Kirsten and I taunted with the waves. Adrian and Don did a midnight uphill bike ride to this cliff-face after Adrian and I lost and found Don in the shoulder high grass beds surrounding Darlington. Oh Maria Island, how I miss you.



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