Saturday 10th January
Late afternoon (Leo) |
Nevertheless our
children are swimming – fully clad in thick wetsuits as they hunt the waves on
their bodyboards.
Everyone is happy.
We are true Tasmanians! (Nevertheless I am so glad I brought my big silver puffer jacket and my uggboots…)
The seal is still
on the rocks. She seems to be turning an
interesting, un-mammalian, shade of green.
Hamish and Angus watching the squid pass on by |
Tasmanians are, I think, quite unusual in their attitude towards the weather. No matter what, we remain optimistic and enthusiastic. We swim in the cold, we hike in the wind, rain and sleet and we kick back and enjoy the sunshine when it comes. In fact, I have been known to be very defensive when anyone dares complain about the weather in Tasmania. "Well it was just fabulous on Saturday/last week/last summer!" I'll say. "You should have been here then." In today's paper the curator of one of the MONA exhibitions made a comment about our choice to live 42degrees south, suggesting that this is the price we pay but it's worth it. Bad weather certainly didn't keep the crowds away there. Good on us, I say! Having said all of that, I am quite keen to get a bit more beach time in before I go back to work.
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