Way back at the end of July we went up to the Blue Mountains for the weekend. Not just M and G, but also M's Mum, Dad and Brother and then her friends from Canberra the next day. It was very exciting to have so many of my favorite humans around.
At first I was a little worried about the climate - as we got out of the car when we arrived I began to shiver quite violently - I reluctantly agreed to get into a polar fleece jumpsuit. It was bitingly cold but in the house we had smokey fires to curl up in front of and as long as you kept moving when outside it was actually quite refreshing. The sky was blue and the air was clean. The grass was also all white and crunchy in the mornings - when I relieved myself steam rose up from the ground!
But really it was the fires that excited me the most. They have more personality the the grey heater back at home. They snap and crackle, the warmth has an ebb and flow - they almost seem to breathe. I must say that I like the smell as well - they were wood fires and I could still smell the smoke on when we went outside - it was a comforting reminder of what we had to look forward to when we went back in.
M's mother took the photo of me on the left - apparently it is now on her fridge and she thinks I am looking pleading. But I want her to know it is not my pleading look - it is my interested one - it was nice to spend more time with M's parents and to get to know them better.
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