Easter

Fisherman's Beach, Emu Park (out of Rockhampton).


Rockhampton Customs House (1901-1986)

It had to happen. I went into meltdown a couple of weeks ago. A state severely exacerbated by the bad faith of the dean of studies here. But hopefully that will be the worst of it.

I went by train to Rockhampton for Easter and saw my brother. We had a lovely day canoeing, and another surfing and ate copious quantities of pawpaw and pineapple. I had a sleeper to myself coming back in the train and if you are not claustrophobic, it was pretty civilised. They supplied a key to your room so that you could safely lock up your gear on going to the breakfast car or to take a shower.