things werent looking good

It wasn't looking good for the armoured bear.
But look!
Here is some sun, peeking through!

He looked bravely down the hill.

He beat ten other boys.

the armoured bear was happy.


*photo took 4 minutes to upload, only to find it was sideways...sorry!

stranded

We are snowed in.
No way out and no way in to Perisher Valley.
The bear continues to look bravely ahead.

in which the lamb is a bear

The not-so-woolly lamb is in a race, actually, two races: downhill slalom and Moguls.
He is representing his little suburban Public primary school, in its inaugural appearance in the Interschool Ski Races

Today I felt a little apprehensive about this fact, when I saw the race teams from The Kings Scool and Tudor House go by. They looked like a demonstration event at the Lillehammer Winter Olympics: they all had lycra race pants and the school name on their matching outfits. Their coaches all had accents. Not Australian ones.

The woolly lamb watched them pass. We have a scruffy old club coach with a voice like gravel, lives on the Snowy River and talks like Steve Irwin. I looked at the little lamb in his little yellow coat, probably more interested in playing snow-dinosaurs and throwing snowballs. I asked him if he was nervous.
He said: "I am an Armoured Bear. I might come last, but I won't fall over."

Lets just see how he goes. I'm hoping for unbroken bones, bugger a place in the race.

If Ganching is reading this, she might consider a novena for the cause, or a quick appeal to the patron saint of Hopeless Cases. Everything will help.

The weather is very changeable. here is yesterday, not sunny like today. But very evocative.