Flying south for summer.

That's a poetic, birdlike way of saying I'm going (by car) down to Thredbo for the long weekend. An unconventional way to spend a summer long weekend, finding a cold place. I'm hoping it's nice, cos I organised it myself—what an achievement! I've got a mish-mash of friends and acquaintances and people I don't know well coming down… more of a walking party than a group of my BFFs… which I think will be nice. I'm a bit worried about the weather. But it will be an escape, anyway. I hope to take nice pictures. This is me, 5 years ago, when I went with some other friends (and I thought it would be fun to come back, but I didn't realise it took me 5 years to get around to it).