Winter again

Let's just call it Brrrvember.

I went out hoping for some snowy mountain shots, but was thwarted by the misty cloud wifting across. I had a book, a nice little supply of food, and spent about half my time in the car waiting out the showers, and the other half trying not to get blown over by the gusts roaring out from the west.

The only way to recover from a pleasant bit of outside time was with freshly Tasmanian scallops and chips. Sundays are gooooood.

Far far better in large.