The Safcol Jetty

Very few people will understand this title. I am going to Hobart tomorrow for Aunty Ed's 90th birthday. I am splitting the time between my mother and my father. My father and I have arranged an almost clandestine meeting on a jetty near the Safcol fish place, and he will pick me up on the boat. After we made this arrangement I laughed and thought about the rift in my family, and all the strange and secret activities. Perhaps a slightly bitter laugh?