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SOLD! I bought 45 Woods Street back in 2002.   Angus was an infant.   Today he is a strapping lad of sixteen.   We decided to sell for a number of reasons including changes to the Australian tax laws and our desire to buy a house in Canmore so we can live in the mountains rather than just play there!   Since living in Canada, Woods Street has been rented so was in need of some spit and polish.   The tenants vacated prior to Christmas so we had some time to get her ship-shape and presented to her very best.   It was most convenient if we moved in whilst we carried out the work but our lack of furniture was a small conundrum. This was solved by the brilliance of Gabby who over dinner and a few wines remembered that Mark and Monica were selling their house, had decluttered and as a result had a garage filled with furniture.   Remarkably, the furniture fitted the colour and style of our house perfectly.   So, we hire a removal van, loaded...

One of the joys of being back in Melbourne is getting out on our bikes and exploring.  We have ridden sections of The Capital City Trail but never the whole thing.  So under a gorgeous blue sky, we set off.  The trail is not very well signed so we had a couple of wrong turns.  Not all bad when we ended up on the Moonee Ponds Trail and popped in to visit Tamie and Vince!  It was particularly confusing around railway stations and we had a taste of cycle-cross having to carry our bikes up a walking track with stairs in Yarra Bend Park but we found our way back each time and conquered the full circuit!  Easy and flat with urban riding under freeways, meanders along the river and through wild parks with the illusion of wilderness. A fabulous ride.  Well done Melbourne! Our 65km ride - click for more info about the route

The Grayman Almost as shocking as it would be him taking up snowboarding, Dad has gone to the dark side and bought a stink boat!  Who would have ever imagined this? After more than three decades, three sailboats, an uncountable number of Bass Strait crossings and multiple epic return cruises between Flinders and Cairns, he has been seduced by the throb of a 225HP outboard. As children, we were brainwashed to be sailors.  From the little Quickcat, Arafura and Hobie catamarans we sailed off the beach to the grand adventures aboard Western Rambler (Brolga 33), Nova Vida (Duncanson 37) and Francis (Morgan 43), we could always look up and see a mast and sail.  Even our near-death experiences; in particular the memorable Christmas Cruise of 1988 in a Bass Strait squall, 70kn winds and towering seas; was under sail. In what we can only imagine to be an old age crisis, the whole axis of our world has shifted and we now have a power boating father.  Our powe...