12-1-9 perth. the cloud studded sky rushes past. all the trees thrash in the strong southwesterly. my nerves on edge. after twelve days of over thirty two. and i'm hanging on in peppy grove drinking becks bier. the dingys have gone thru racing round marks with young enthusiastic crew. i've done my days window quota and wonder where we'll be in six months, dire warnings and relentless bad figures presage unique moment in our lives. as a historian i'm fascinated to experience a true turning point in history. gaia give me strength.