WHAT kind of a kid doesn’t send a message in a bottle? Even tackers should have a bucket list, but I never got round to it. Now’s the time to make amends.
Up in Point Lonsdale I take a scenic walk with my friend Anna, a conservationist, and find a good spot to lob a Schweppes bottle into the sea.
On the pier we find a great spot to launch my sickly note dedicated to friends new, and I send it forth when no one’s looking. Bye bye, bottle, race you to the shore.
On our way back we spot a gummy shark’s head, which a man picks up and makes talk for his two-year-old kid.
Keeper? Yes. This is fun.
Hey man, now you're really living 
that gummy shark is really something – eek!
But what a pretty-lookin’ message in a bottle – hope you popped your email addy in there so lucky finder can get in touch! Xx
Ride a bike at night far out in the country. It is a truly eerie experience.
I have a new scar on my knee from riding a bike at night to my house in the country – does that count? I don’t know why they insist on putting so many ditches out here.
ah, those were the days… x