You're so hot

Well, I just realised that my last entry was prior to the Melbourne Cup and I am pleased to report I picked the winner and made a profit of $42 from the day. Back then it was still Spring and I was all fresh faced. How things have changed, with hairy moustacheness that has evolved rapidly not really suited to the hot dusty winds and flies sweeping in from the parched inland that has taken hold even more rapidly. Both seem to be culminating in tandem, hair bristling in a week which gave us 39C and a shower pretty much pointless apart from dumping some spots of mud on the black paintwork of the Magna.

Mo and I have also been back to Melbourne since the cup, this time to work and spend most of my winnings consoling myself with a beer. And of course, I’ve been taking advantage of the light and balmy evenings with walks and BBQs and the usual encounters with Redbacks and lakes and lookouts and stuff around Canberra.



After what the weatherman calls a stinker of a Friday evening, I decided to escape to the hopefully cooler climes of the coast on Saturday where it was, slightly, cooler but still warm enough to test the waters and find that they were actually quite pleasant. It was a typical coast trip really, a spot of relaxation, a bit of walking and a smidgeon of food. Upon hitting the coast I turned north, for leaky Beetroot sandwiches and books at Tabourie Beach, and then onto fair dinkum Aussie surfing boat lifesaving iron men and women competitions at Mollymook Beach, followed by buckets and spades at Narrawallee.



Beyond here a little further north was the highlight of the day, at Conjola Lake. A place of great natural bounty and beauty, not that you would know it, approaching through Guantanamo campground where stubby coolers and eskies litter the shoreline. But the campground has to end somewhere, and where it does, the winding shallow waters of Conjola Lake mesmerise the eyes and draw in the feet as they head out towards the Tasman Sea.



By now the sun was hot and the storm clouds were gathering inland. Time was getting on but gloriously there was still a fair bit of daylight left. Enough time to grab some tucker and sit in the warmth and light one last time before ascending the mountain home.