Perth is just peachy

I love Perth. Winter is especially nice, when you get to rug up with a cup of hot chocolate, a good book or great movie.

I love the chilly mornings with the sun shining and a cold wind blowing. To me, it beats the horrid mugginess that is Bangkok (another city that I love for many other reasons).

Holidays home are planned around winter and spring. This year, however, although spring has sprung, summer seems to be so impatient to make itself felt.

It was blistering today, not bad in itself but not when you are out and about and having to get out and back in the car after it's been baking for a while. But it was a trip well worth making - first to have lunch with former colleagues at The West Australian newspaper and then to Coles to grab its two-for-one Schweppes offer!


Winter people seem to be in the minority here. Australians love the sun and summer in the city and at the beach is always something to look forward to. Which explains why places like Phuket, Samui, Langkawi and, of course, Bali are popular destinations for these sun lovers.

Summer in Perth means barbecues, sausage sizzles and salads, going about barefoot (why???) and for some men bare-chested ("will you please put a shirt on your bum?" my 16-year-old godson said to one the other day". He didn't hear it - Josh was in the car and the young chap was strolling on the sidewalk).

Summer in Perth means flies - big nasty blue bottles - flies and more flies.

Summer in Perth means the most delicious fruits are in season, performances perhaps in Kings Park,longer days to enjoy the balmy evenings and cool nights for star-gazing.

I love Perth.