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Finally, I have been able to face the computer. Melbourne has been suffering through an unprecedented heatwave, and after work I have only been able to loll in front of the fan with a glass of iced water in my hand and a wet towel on my head.  (Not a pretty picture, but I’m a practical girl.) It has even been too hot to hit the beach until the weekend. See others suffering through the heat at The  Rachel Papers, Loobylu and Kirin Notebook.
Today I made it out to one of the city beaches. The water was a bit murky and there was a fair bit of rubbish left on the beach from the heavy use it has been getting over the last few days, but the water was cool and salty, so it fulfilled requirements. This was a big step for me - I grew up going camping in a pretty remote bit of Tasmania’s coast. If there was one person at the other end of the beach a kilometre away, we considered it crowded.  This afternoon, on the way back to the tram, I found this seagull feather in the sand and picked it up to paint later.

Owen and I went for a picnic in the park near our place a few days ago.  A twenty minute bike ride through the sunshine and (thankfully) cool air and we were at the bend in the creek. After a small spread of thermos tea, bread, cheese, olives, orange cake and homemade lemonade, we lay in the grass talking about how great it was to be on holiday.

I picked up a selection of fallen eucalyptus leaves around us on the ground, with gorgeous rusty reds and blushing browns.