So the barbecue has blissfully been engaged on several occasions now, and the shorts and thongs seem to be de rigueur. The garden is still a mess, but the things that count (i.e. BBQ area, table, shady tree and piece of grass) seem to be pleasant enough. It’s taken a little while, with days akin to April showers (just ten degrees warmer), and a ragbag of upper level troughs and cool changes. And in that paragraph I encapsulate the Anglo-Aussie me, talking about the weather conditions for a BBQ in my shorts and thongs. 
The Anglo-Aussie me is also significantly hairier, which is saying something, but my follicles seem to be bursting forth like the long grass and weeds at this time of year.
OK, shall we talk about the weather then? There have been showers and storms and dramatic skies, captured one night at Red Hill as the lightning forks zinged their way across the land. There have been clouds and winds, but, in the last week things have settled down and there have been steaks and sunsets, shorts and thongs.
This weekend was one of those beautiful Canberra weekends, so what do I do? Get out of Canberra for a bit, driving an hour and a half, via the very strategically placed and welcoming Goulburn Bakery, for a wee walk in the woods. Bungonia Gorge is home to bush and more bush and some scrubby bush land, some of which plummets down to the Shoalhaven River and Slot Canyon. You can walk down there and through the canyon, but that’s for the energetic and companioned. I stuck to the relatively minor ups and downs of the Green trail.
I wasn’t totally on my own, occasionally scaring poor souls with my psycho killer moustache bushwalker look. And then there were the two giant lizards I saw in separate spots. I really dig the way lizards move, they’re pretty cool creatures I reckon, and generally, as far as I can tell, non toxic unlike most other critters around here. Oh, hang on, I did see some toxic lizards earlier in the week, feeding away after Parliament had closed for the day.
So in my Anglo-Aussie way I’m going to bid you tally ho dear maaaaaate. Like the sporting calendar around here, things are set to pick up over the next few weeks, as we head towards that surreal shorts-filled Pavlova and mango fest that is Christmas. I’m really quite looking forward to it!
The Anglo-Aussie me is also significantly hairier, which is saying something, but my follicles seem to be bursting forth like the long grass and weeds at this time of year.OK, shall we talk about the weather then? There have been showers and storms and dramatic skies, captured one night at Red Hill as the lightning forks zinged their way across the land. There have been clouds and winds, but, in the last week things have settled down and there have been steaks and sunsets, shorts and thongs.
This weekend was one of those beautiful Canberra weekends, so what do I do? Get out of Canberra for a bit, driving an hour and a half, via the very strategically placed and welcoming Goulburn Bakery, for a wee walk in the woods. Bungonia Gorge is home to bush and more bush and some scrubby bush land, some of which plummets down to the Shoalhaven River and Slot Canyon. You can walk down there and through the canyon, but that’s for the energetic and companioned. I stuck to the relatively minor ups and downs of the Green trail.
I wasn’t totally on my own, occasionally scaring poor souls with my psycho killer moustache bushwalker look. And then there were the two giant lizards I saw in separate spots. I really dig the way lizards move, they’re pretty cool creatures I reckon, and generally, as far as I can tell, non toxic unlike most other critters around here. Oh, hang on, I did see some toxic lizards earlier in the week, feeding away after Parliament had closed for the day.So in my Anglo-Aussie way I’m going to bid you tally ho dear maaaaaate. Like the sporting calendar around here, things are set to pick up over the next few weeks, as we head towards that surreal shorts-filled Pavlova and mango fest that is Christmas. I’m really quite looking forward to it!
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