Slogging my way through this miserable
fucking February I’m realising now just how important it is to leave. Normally
this would be for a Sydney summer – an extended ellipses of sunny days,
swimming and family to punctuate a grey, cold December and a biting, hope
destroying February. Not having gone to Sydney this Christmas, Mexico was meant instead to be that
break in the weather, albeit a briefer one. How that didn’t go to plan is
well established elsewhere…
