... after spending a few Christmases in Scotland with snow, it doesn't!
The Christmas tree has been up for a couple of weeks now but I am missing throwing snow balls at people (friends, or randomly at strangers), the cracking sound of burning logs from the fire place and the beautiful smell of mulled wine from the kitchen. This is how I am coping with summery Christmas season in Western Australia:
Watering the plants around the hoose with a hose.
Looking for spiders for the sake of being in WA.
We bought the typically Australian Falcon to blend in with the locals (not a ute unfortunately). Background is our new suburban home, a far stretch from our cottage in Crovie back in Aberdeenshire.
Beaching.
Watching a lunar eclipse from the back of the hoose. Photo courtesy of www.harrisjam.com. I would like to think that so far, it's not bad.
The cold weather was not my worst enemy in Scotland but it was the wind rather. I got used to wearing appropriate clothes when staying indoors and outdoors (
Jo, take note) but the wind got me no matter what I wore - it was just never pleasant. Therefore to not be in Scotland this time around for Hurricane Bawbag is actually quite... liberating. But I sure miss the place so much when it's calm and snowy, and the joy and excitement of skiing in Cairngorm! Ah.
I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas this year and that you do not need to worry if you have been bad or good - Santa is very kind and considerate (based on what I learn from Polar Express). Be you on a skiing trip, or having turkey, or singing carols, or visiting family and friends, I will be thinking of you when I chuck another shrimp on the barbie. Until next time, have a bloody good Christmas and New year, mate!
From Western Australia with love, Flo xxx
