End of inertia

It's now around noon on Wednesday. I've booked a 2-day trip with Duck Truck Tours for next Monday and Tuesday, to visit Phillip Island on Monday and Wilson's Promontory on Tuesday.

Phillip Island is famous for the 'Penguin Parade'. Each day, at dusk, the fairy penguins (so-called because they are the smallest species of penguin) make a mass exodus from the sea. I have to go and see the penguins, because Paul thinks they are cute. I want to see them too of course.

Wilson's Promontory is reputedly very beautiful. I wanted to go on a 2-day camping trip, but it wasn't to be, because Duck Truck don't do the 2-day camping tours any more and I couldn't find another operator who does. At least I shall get to see a bit of it. A bushwalk is on the agenda. I asked the woman I booked the tour through what the average age of the punters was. She replied '8 to 80'. I said I was asking because I was 50 and had had a few experiences of finding myself the oldest participant by a good few years. She assured me that different grades of walk would be available. I told her that it wasn't the walking that was the issue - I want to do a long walk - it was the party atmosphere that I have an issue with.