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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Friday 8 December 2006 (Day View) – I go to Stradbroke Island.
08.12.2006 – Friday 8 December – Stradbroke
- • I packed my mostly pre-prepared pile of things into my backpack, and headed off to work. For some inexplicable reason, I’m less tired than I was yesterday morning.
- • I caught the train to Cleveland, meeting Bronwen on the way, and the ferry from there to Stradbroke.