It’s funny how quickly things can change.
For the first 25 years of my life I enjoyed the perfect summer birthday. Boats, beers and beaches; that kinda stuff. Now I’ve got the wettest, dreariest, foggiest birthday, right smack in the middle of Melbourne’s grey winter.
But! it does not matter because is a birthday is a birthday is a birthday and I LOVE BIRTHDAYS!
I celebrated it this year amidst the beauty that is Victoria’s Dandenong Ranges. We rugged up to brave the heavy morning mists, the inescapable wet mud, and the striking greenery all around. We laughed with the kookaburra, spied on the melodies of the lyrebirds, and kept a watchful eye amongst the alpacas.