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There’s always a few tell-tale signs. How do you know when it’s summer in Melbourne?
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When there’s more flies then bike riders on beach rd. That’s when it summer!
When people in the ‘burbs start parading lily white limbs in shorts and t-shirts around the shopping centres (while trying not to shiver)
When the cicadas hatch and start their deafening chirping. Love it.
when everyone disregards fashion as long as they’re wearing much less than what’s decent (or not) because of the heat. And thongs. We tend to wear them everywhere from the beach to the mall. Our feet need cooling too!
when everyone disregards fashion as long as they’re wearing much less and testing the boundaries of decency but most really don’t care because of the scorching heat. And thongs. We tend to wear them everywhere from the beach to the mall. Our feet need cooling too!
when it is 30c by breakfast and 12c and raining by dinner :)
When the weather changes between when you check before getting dressed, and when you walk out the front door, then changes again before you get the station, again while you’re on the train, and so on and so forth, throughout the day, until by 5pm you feel like you have endured a years worth of weather fluctuations in one day. I feckin love it.
when you start to notice flies.
When the tram rail is a little moist and it hasn’t even rained yet.
When Edinburgh gardens is pumping in North Fitzroy with hot people, sexy bikes, families, dogs, long necks, chicks with hulla hoops, music and joints. Then its summer.