Australian Dreaming
Friday, July 1, 2005
Me, myself ... and the middle age spread

Now, while I do not wish to give the impression that my figure is in any way grotesque I must disclaim that it is by any means the sort of figure which nips easily over walls, streams, rocks or steep pathways! Agility is not and never has been my strong point!

My figure though sturdy and being somewhat rotund for anything but a moderate degree of athleticism can still thank goodness manage to navigate ski slopes.

No matter how hard I try to diet I just cannot seem to shake those extra pounds that have crept up upon me in the last five years or so. I blame it on my five foot three inch figure and I tell myself had I been blessed with an extra three inches or so I would look a lot slimmer ...

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The High Country in Winter


The wind roared and plunged frenziedly through the trees, shrieking and wailing with theatrical violence. It caught me off guard and almost succeeded in unbalancing me. The steady relentless rain that makes the grass and the trees and even the hills look tired and defeated stung my eyes, my face and my legs, it trickled through my hair and seeped in rivulets down my neck.

Walking the property, it is wonderful to feel the sodden earth beneath my feet. To see our creek gurgle and tumble over the rocks and to pour into the National Park which abounds our property.

During the week the rain came down in torrents but by Friday morning there seemed to be a faint prospect of the day developing into a reasonably fine one. The stream still gushed exhilaratingly. The hills loomed darkly through a billowing mantle of cloud, the tawny washed hills stretched interminably and a chill eddying breeze whispered a message to the trembling grasses.

The grey blanket of sky being swept northwards revealed elusive shafts of sunlights which patterned the fields with pools of gold. Gradually the cloud lifted and wintry peaks appeared, hastling one another for a glimpse of the morning's sun which transforms the sky into a rippling canopy of blue and gold.

And Mount Buller could finally be seen, in all its wintry glory, for the first snows had fallen to cover its peak. The ski season has begun ...
The first snow fall June 05

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