It’s chilly here in the evenings that is for sure. After about ten days of glorious weather and Winter trips to the beach there is no doubt now that this Winter Season is here and we are in the midst of it. At about four thirty the temperature drops, the blinds are drawn, the fire goes on, all the doors are shut and in this old cottage people begin to get rugged up.
When we moved to Australia our first Winter took us completely by surprise. It’s a short and swift couple of months in Sydney which means nowhere is set up for it….we arrived as cosseted little Pommies used to living in a house like toast and centrally heated with a thermostat I loved to whack right up to 30C every time I walked past….that changed to a old ratty cottage, with wood floors, no heating, drafty doors, single pane rattly windows and certainly not a stitch of insulation to be seen anywhere (that is still on our list of reno jobs btw). You notice these things when it’s cold outside.
Nowadays we are much more used to the Winter here – come 4pm jumpers go on, Uggs are a pre-requisite, flannel pj’s are a must, hot baths are taken for their heat inducing qualities on zee bones, hot water bottles are stuffed down pants and rugrats who leave doors open are not taken to kindly.
The sitting room slowly turns to the place where we all migrate, to sit by the fire, the sofa has throws on every end and back, lamps are turned down low and lil’ puppies curl up with anyone who cares to cuddle.
In the bedroom we’ve tried various ways to beat the Australian chill, one year we tried an electric blanket and though toasty it’s not found its way back on the bed, other times we’ve turned the radiator up full blast, but that makes for a very stuffy room… what has tended to happen more is the layering of quilts and doonas – right now we have four on the bed and extras just in case…
And by about 9.30pm this is the place to tuck up, with a peppermint tea, a new book and floral pj’s.
Next time then