I took Archie out for his walk last night just after 6. Even though it's generally Marilyn who takes him, he knows his routine so he turned left at the footpath and dragged me along to all his favourite sniffing spots, stopping every now and then to leave his mark. It's not a time that I'm usually out and about and it was interesting to see the familiar houses in a different light.
Most of them had not yet drawn their curtains so their yards were bathed in light. Through one window, I saw the biggest TV you could imagine, from others I could see the vaguely flickering lights and the sound of hysterical kids' shows. There was the smell of cooking from others: either they have an exhaust fan or they have left their window open.
It was clear that winter is here; the air was misty and there was a strong smell of smoke from the wood fires which have been lit, probably for the first time this week.
You know you're in Tasmania in winter if you can smell the burning eucalyptus logs.
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