I know I shouldn’t complain. But I’m going to. It’s freeeezing!!! I don’t remember ever having to wear so many layers of clothing and still have to sit on top of the heater to keep warm. The way I’m rugged up, I feel like I should be guarding The Wall from wildlings with the rest of the Night’s Watch. Jon Snow knows nothing about how cold Sydney is at the moment. Even walking around in the sunshine doesn’t stop the wind’s icy needle fingers from penetrating your clothes and getting under your skin.
Even the Stark pugs are having to rug up and brace themselves agains the chill:
All this wintery weather is making me reminisce about the glorious sunshiney day of my 20th birthday (long ago in a galaxy far, far away). It was so warm on my mid-winter birthday, that I was getting around the Blue Mountains in my favourite Welcome Mat t-shirt and happily sweating like a teacup piglet. If I still owned that t-shirt and cruised around in it today I’d have bits dropping off me left, right and all around the middle.
The desire for mid-winter warmth is firing up my engine in preparation for a roadtrip North with my mutt, Django. Thankfully, the drive North will not take us to Winterfell. Instead, we’re heading into the heart of Big Banana land, which I’ve discovered really should be renamed the land of the Big Blueberry thanks to the major crop rotation in Coffs Harbour. It’s been a while since I’ve done the great Australian roadtrip up the North Coast thanks to Qantas and Virgin Australia! I’m looking forward to seeing how much things have changed (and stayed the same) over the last 15 years. Did I just write that?! 15 years?! Has it really been that long?! God I feel old!
As I thaw out my old bones on the drive up into to the sunshine I’ll be thinking of you and wondering what you’re doing to keep warm. Will you be telling stories by the fire like me? Yes, I intend to build a fire pit and incinerate some marshmallows while I’m away. Or will you be testing your mettle against the chill? Only a few days ago there was snow just 2 hours out of Sydney. Surely there are some snow men in dire need of construction. If you do decide to brave the snow while I’m away, just be sure that if some lanky dude with whispy white hair and glowing blue eyes approaches you, that you run. Run as fast as your legs will carry you; faster than a pug in a leather jerkin!