No one comes to the beach to be sad. Here in South Australia it’s not yet spring, but today is the first warm day. Twenty degrees, blue skies (as ever) but the feeling of burn on my face hints of summer to come. The light is different, the sea is bluer, the sky a perfect
Tag: summer
Being festival season in the UK this seemed relevant. News broke yesterday on radio station Triple J that the roving one day festival, the Big Day Out, would not rove around Australia (and New Zealand) next year. I’m not going to be able to blog about it, so here’s my take on 2014, my first
The end of daylight savings, or Summer Time, came suddenly and mercilessly. One week I was coming home after work to a beach full of swimmers and sunbathers (bakers in the local vernacular). The next week I am returning in the dark. There’s still plenty of activity on the Esplanade: runners, cyclists, saunterers, dog walkers,
Dr D in Oz 