A wise man once said that you never get something for nothing; in the last week the rise of spring in New South Wales has brought with it a definite downside in the form of small airborne creatures who seem to think I’ll make for a tasty meal. Why they pick on me in particular I don’t know; no-one else seems to be suffering. Still, thanks to a local pharmacy they may soon find themselves with a belly ache.
Also in the last week I’ve decided that I absolutely love cricket. Strangely, much of the population of Australia has simultaneously decided that it’s not such a great sport after all.
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I crawl out of bed after an impromptu mexican themed night with Tequila, Old El Paso and Sangria, get the shorts out and catch the ferry to Manly for a day in the hot spring sun.
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My psyche is still having trouble with the concept that it’s September and early spring. Sydney’s midwinter climate feels like a cold summer to an Englishman so the idea that it’s now getting hotter is confusing as well as appealing. Spring certainly does seem to be in the air now; the last week or so has been noticeably warmer and I’m sure by the end of the month my coat will be relegated to the bottom of my rucksack.
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