While growing up in ’60 s and ’70’s Summer in England was this esoteric amorphous entity, I cannot pin point when it started. Perhaps it relied on nature’s direction; March winds and April showers brought forth May flowers.

Antipodean Summers are different they start on 1 December. Over the time we have lived here some years on the dot of 1/12 the temperature has soared to a point that when you subject yourself to the elements, your body is enveloped in a cocoon of moist warmth.

Not so in 2013 with a top of 23oC it is too cool to go for a dip in the pool.

Stan is happy, his shaggy coat grows by the second.

I hope that you enjoy the pictures I took during his walk around Lewisham and Marrickville.

Stan