So, I've been a Richmond resident for two weeks now. I'm living in a lovely old two-storey terrace house. I've started to get over the novelty of being cold (but not quite enough to sleep with the window closed). I've been able to wear heavy coats and plaid ties and not get strange looks or suffocate from the heat. It's nice.
Anyway, over the Easter weekend I decided to go exploring. And wandering down a random street off Victoria Street, I found myself suddenly on a bridge overlooking the Yarra River, seemingly transported far from the industrial urban landscape that lay only mere metres away...
After following the river for a while, the track ended, and I sadly had to return to the world of bricks and pollution.
There was, however, a consolation. A brewery.
One of my very early memories is of sitting on play equipment in grade one primary school, playing "I spy", and arguing that it was a hat on a pole. I still think it looks like a hat on a pole.
Don't you think so?
