After spending the last six winters living in NW West Oz, the Torres Straits and now living just south of Cairns I've come to realise how lucky I've been. Arrived back in Perth yesterday to catch up with both sides of the family and Faaaark me, it's fricking freezing!. I was a little over the crocodiles, mold, humidity and rain associated with living in the tropics and was looking forward to some winter action and be able to walk a river bank without being on the hit list for a snapping handbag. I had truly forgotten what chilled to the bone felt like. Maybe I'm getting older and I've become a pussy and I need to harden up. I'm not looking forward to hitting Melbourne next week!.