As much as I am vehemently not a morning person, there is something magical about going for a walk in the dark and cold in winter. I'm weirdly resentful of the transition to spring when mornings are that little bit lighter, and a little bit less cold.
It's been overcast and raining in Perth for weeks, and over the weekend we had a gloriously sunny day. So sunny that when I left the house to run errands I was bamboozled by all the light, it felt like I'd fallen through a wormhole into a different universe. "WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT??" I screeched to my BFF when we met up for lunch. She also found it to be utterly unacceptable, and yearned for the dark and the cold again.
I like the Perth weather over winter. It's cool or even a bit cold, it rains, it gets dark at acceptable times. Night times need a doona. I can wear uggies. It's a good time.
Yes, for all that we laugh at Sydneysiders horror when it cracks 40 degrees here (yeah, but it's a DRY HEAT mate) Perth winters are preferable to Perth summers by a large margin.
"I quite like walking around in the dark and the cold" and any such comment of course requires a 'call that cold" from Melbourne. But I agree, some of my most treasured images of cityscapes are those taken in the cold bare middle of winter.
yeah - i much prefer the dark hours and the odd dog free walk (when with the dogs i dont call it a walk but a "sniff, wee, poo, sniff" as there seems to be very little walking done). Those dark hours usually mean i am less likely to come across any other humans that i have to engage with, even if it is a casual nod, a hello or god forbid some chatty person who mentions how brisk it is requiring an answer. I also walk the dogs at that time because although they think everything on two legs is a walking pat machine they also got bailed up by some vicious dogs roaming the streets on a walk when they were young and its affected them ever since. They dont socialise well with other dogs when on a lead. Now of course its pretty much full light and the humans are out in force.
I used to enjoy walking around West End early in the mornings back in the day, until it seemed that every other trip would involve the police wanting to 'ask me a few questions'.
For 15 years, I walked each workday morning along the Brisbane River to work. Many a still morning, I have seen the dawn rowers. One morning, there was a single sculler accompanied by a trainer in a tinny. There was a flash of silver as a metre and a half fish leapt and splashed down noisily beside the boats.
‘What was that?!!’ loudly exclaimed the lad in the scull.
“Just a shark.” the trainer said.
I chuckled to myself. i wondered if that reassured the lad in the boat. It was JUST a shark. The bull sharks get a little lively some mornings.
As much as I am vehemently not a morning person, there is something magical about going for a walk in the dark and cold in winter. I'm weirdly resentful of the transition to spring when mornings are that little bit lighter, and a little bit less cold.
It's been overcast and raining in Perth for weeks, and over the weekend we had a gloriously sunny day. So sunny that when I left the house to run errands I was bamboozled by all the light, it felt like I'd fallen through a wormhole into a different universe. "WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT??" I screeched to my BFF when we met up for lunch. She also found it to be utterly unacceptable, and yearned for the dark and the cold again.
I like the Perth weather over winter. It's cool or even a bit cold, it rains, it gets dark at acceptable times. Night times need a doona. I can wear uggies. It's a good time.
Perth summers though, can go fuck themselves.
I need to move somewhere colder.
Yes, for all that we laugh at Sydneysiders horror when it cracks 40 degrees here (yeah, but it's a DRY HEAT mate) Perth winters are preferable to Perth summers by a large margin.
"I quite like walking around in the dark and the cold" and any such comment of course requires a 'call that cold" from Melbourne. But I agree, some of my most treasured images of cityscapes are those taken in the cold bare middle of winter.
That does sound like a delightful way to pass a morning
yeah - i much prefer the dark hours and the odd dog free walk (when with the dogs i dont call it a walk but a "sniff, wee, poo, sniff" as there seems to be very little walking done). Those dark hours usually mean i am less likely to come across any other humans that i have to engage with, even if it is a casual nod, a hello or god forbid some chatty person who mentions how brisk it is requiring an answer. I also walk the dogs at that time because although they think everything on two legs is a walking pat machine they also got bailed up by some vicious dogs roaming the streets on a walk when they were young and its affected them ever since. They dont socialise well with other dogs when on a lead. Now of course its pretty much full light and the humans are out in force.
I used to enjoy walking around West End early in the mornings back in the day, until it seemed that every other trip would involve the police wanting to 'ask me a few questions'.
For 15 years, I walked each workday morning along the Brisbane River to work. Many a still morning, I have seen the dawn rowers. One morning, there was a single sculler accompanied by a trainer in a tinny. There was a flash of silver as a metre and a half fish leapt and splashed down noisily beside the boats.
‘What was that?!!’ loudly exclaimed the lad in the scull.
“Just a shark.” the trainer said.
I chuckled to myself. i wondered if that reassured the lad in the boat. It was JUST a shark. The bull sharks get a little lively some mornings.