The dragonflies are gone, the mornings are cold (19 degrees this morning) and the humidity is gone. The annual burnoff has started. The faint smell of smoke is almost permanently in the air and a miasmic haze blurs the horizon.
With the Dry comes Mindel Markets, sunsets, tourists in vans heading south and a raft of outdoor activities. The Deckchair Cinema is once again operating and, last weekend, the Bass in the Grass music festival attracted 3/4 of Darwin.
After a beautiful lunch at my mate Deb's place at Cullen Bay, we walked over to the festival with our daggy hats and drank, sang, danced and generally felt...really really bloody old.
The Audreys were great in the afternoon, Gyroscope was quite forgettable, the Hilltop Hoods went off and, despite my dislike of hip hop, I am now a fan (go figure). Wolfmother were bleeding awful and Powderfinger still remains my favourite band in the whole world. They're like an old friend you haven't seen in years but you can still sit down and talk to for hours.
The turnout shows just how much Darwin is crying out for quality entertainment. Anyway, had a great time, even if I did have to be at Uni at 10am the next day. Oh, the pain!
