“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.”
Che: Ice-cream in China (he always forgets to say China-town, hence most people think we’ve been to China recently).
Poet: The Tasmanian wind – cool, crisp and, at times, wild.
Also, if you visited here yesterday you probably couldn’t find me. It turns out that Che & Fidel was temporarily deleted from the internet. As you can imagine, I freaked out. Magically it returned but I’m still a little suss. It was just the incentive I needed to organise photos and stories and print them in a book. Thanks blogger – but please don’t do it again.