A Jeff of the South Special: Swim-Swim Goes To Melbourne (The Second Bit)

 And now it's time for...

Swim-Swim Goes To Melbourne

The Second Bit

A Jeff of the South Special: Swim-Swim Goes to Melbourne (Part One)

Hello!

Jeff-not-of-the-South here!  And it's time for a Jeff-not-of-the-South special.  (Frankly, any additions to this blog - should there be any after this one - are going to be specials.)

Post the Finalth

Well.

After three months (and 51 blog posts!) this is it - the journey is over.  And, as Judith Durham would have it, so is the carnival.

Post the Forty-Third

Tour of the Ship Part II - Son of Tour of the Ship

Yep.  Swim-Swim is at it again.

Post the Forty-Second (Supplemental)

There is not really enough material here to warrant a whole blog post by itself.  Not a whole post.  Not really even a railing.  More of a picket, really.

So this is a blog picket.

Post the Forty-Second

I'm sharing a cabin with the two meteorological forecasters, and I have to say that they've not been doing a very good job of it.

Post the Forty-First

 

All Good Things Must Come to an End

or

Our Last Day in Antarctica

Post the Fortieth

Wow.  40 posts, plus the specials.  Crikey.  

I had never imagined that I would have written as many as that.  Jeepers.

40.

Gosh.

Oh well; that's enough of the slack-jawed reflection.  The time for being impressed with myself is at an end.  Let's forge ahead with this post!

Post the Thirty-Ninth

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London Mawson.

Post the Thirty-Eighth

Mooring the ship.  At Mawson it can be done.  Horseshoe Harbour is deep enough, and the enclosing shoreline close enough that the Aurora can run lines ashore, and be much more secure than if she were at anchor.

Which is good if you're operating in an area replete with opportunities for putting holes in ships.