By the time we pulled into the driveway at home it had been springing for a good couple of weeks. Weeds to the knee, tall grass and all the late daffs blooming. Every single vegetable had bolted to seed. It was apparent that (...)
It feels like only a ninny would say that Summer was too long, it was though, long, hot and very dry. It hung on for longer than usual. The dizzying heat has a cabin fever like effect on the human psyche. Staring at brown hills, watching
There's something very inspiring, especially for a writer, about the gentle clatter of cups and saucers, whirring of the old timber ceiling fans, smell of freshly baked scones and murmur of conversation, along with calm feeling and sense of knowing that this is always how this has been done at the Windsor Hotel in Spring Street Melbourne.