So Christmas came and went – hope you had fun – and the new year is here. Its 2025 and I’m going to have to get used to it although I’ll probably be writing ’24’ for a while yet.
The weather seemed to share my doubts as the skies opened plus we had some pretty solid rain – it’s been brass monkey’s cold, a phrase I had great deal of fun explaining to local friends and colleagues.
Usually February is the evilly cold month but just now January is giving us its best efforts. Having said that, when the rain holds off, the mornings are bright and clear and as long as you dress warmly you can get out and take the air without any difficulty. The kids are out on the rocks fishing, the occasional lonely heron is running around on the grass followed by the occasional over-ambitious cat, and the surfers in Fig Tree Bay have no trouble getting pulling on their wetsuits and catching a few waves. Not very big waves perhaps but waves none the less.
The cold makes the cats hungrier, which is probably why even a relatively large pointy-beaked heron looks like breakfast, so they are following anyone who rustles a plastic bag of ‘cat biscuits’ (dry food) so if you are in the mood for a little bracing exercise, now is a good time to make a lot of friends too.
