Hey, Dee-ehn, I hope you’re not implying anything insulting about anvils with your location (between the hammer and the anvil). There’s something very satisfying about beating the crap out of a piece of hot (and I mean glowing white, none of this namby-pamby red stuff) steel on one’s favourite anvil. The sweat running down your face, sparks flying every which way, the smell of burning coke (no, NOT the white stuff!). Aaah, wonderful times.
Anvil lovers of the world unite!
I must admit that there are times, though, when I feel like putting the computer on said anvil instead of the steel
P.S. You’ll love the land of Oz. Victoria’s a great place, wonderful people and scenery.
And then there’s Melbourne.
Nice place to visit (but I wouldn’t want to live there, as the poet said )
And yes, you are heading into our winter - Melbourne, unfortunately, tends to be pretty cold and wet, but don’t worry, it won’t take long to grow webbed feet.