Always Winter, But Never Christmas...

[paulhaines]

A long time ago, when I first got sick, in a galaxy far far away... a friend offered the use of his log cabin tucked away in the bush at Jameison. We finally took him up on the offer. Three days later:







Mt Buller, bushwalks, muddy puddles, open fires, toasted marshmallows, freezing nights, and birds. Lots of birds.