'I hadn’t been back to Maria Island for years. The kids have grown up and wander Nepal and Cambodia and Melbourne pubs instead of wandering and wondering on Maria Island’s beaches in search of penguins, nautilus shells and cuttlefish. Nothing in life stays the same for very long; time moves on whether you want it to or not. Time and memories sift away like sand falling through an hourglass, with one side filling up and the other emptying.' (Introduction)