From Boxing Day to Australia Day,our national ideal gives us a month of a dream life, of salt-licked sandy days and evenings of barbecued fish and chilled white wine. But does this still exist, and did it ever? The long hot January is built into the mythology approximately what it means to be Australian. There’s the Australian summer of our common imagination – a beach and bleached-out days of names you forget and don’t need to remember. A month where your body feels different: salty,supple and strong. Give us a rainy January, a wet summer, or we feel robbed (after all,we’re only allocated so many summers). Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com