I don’t do politics, I’m just talking about the weather. On the eve of the US presidential inauguration a massive storm swept through South Australia. The day had been a tropical summer’s day, warm and still, the ocean a palette of blues and aquamarines, the water crystalline. With very little warning (except if you had been following
Palm trees in the sun and before night fall, Anse Vata, Noumea. New Caledonia’s tropical climate makes for a perennial, if somewhat warm and often wet, spring on this South Pacific archepelago.
Good Friday was almost unseasonably warm, like summer, and as everything was closed in Adelaide (pubs, shops, most restaurants) we picnicked by the beautiful River Torrens, right in the centre of the city by the University. Normally the river banks would be filled with students relaxing, socialising, revising or skipping lectures, but today it was