Observant followers of Platypus Pandemonium will have noticed a lack of posts in recent days. We’ve been travelling through the wild heart of Tassie, where Internet access is harder to find than a black cat in coal bunker; today we’ve finally escaped to the idyllic west coast, where they do have Internet but it’s slower than a slug on vallium.
I haven’t spent my evenings idly reading a trashy novel or drinking cheap wine* but have instead committed pen to paper and written out in long-hand accounts of our various adventures to share with you at a later date. I’ll see if I can manage to post any later this afternoon, before the Internet connection finally gives up the ghost altogether.
* actually, that’s not strictly true, there has been some idle drinking of wine (though to be fair it wasn’t particularly cheap), but only because to my delight I have discovered that sparkling Tasmanian Chardonay Pinot Noir lubricates the creative juices. Well, that’s my story anyway and I’m sticking to it.