We are once more turning our noses to the sun, heading north as autumn sneaks around the corner and I must admit it has been an adventure travelling with the flow of the weather. For winter, a time of hibernation usually, we have planned a spruce up for our little mobile home. It is time for some serious housekeeping before we take the Grampie Flat deep into the northern rainforest’s and then out across the Outback along the Savannah Way with a side trip down into the heart of Aus., into the western arm of the Macdonnell Ranges where I can do some research for a book and these are our plans for 2014.
It’s the night before Christmas and all through the fight, the kidlets are hiding and waiting to bite… hmm… thats not how it goes!
Chrissy marks the end of the year for me … mainly because by New Years I am over it. The Silly Season is when the pickings on telly become hopeless making it a time when I have come again to realized that it is a good thing that I gave up the telly a while ago.
It is only 7 weeks until Christmas and Christmas in Aus. is something very different from celebrations throughout the rest of the world. It was very early in my childhood that I noted this difference and it began with the arrival of the Christmas cards. I would wonder at those cards, glorious and inviting pictures of snowflakes and snowmen, frosted Christmas trees and reindeers pulling sleighs all things that I had never seen.
It seemed to me that it promised a world that was fanciful; a fantasy in dreams where magic could happen and things that never were possible could come to pass.