When I first moved to Canberra, almost as an accidental
intersection of geography and employment after the Sydney Olympics, I used to
say “if you had lived in Sydney and one day you woke up and discovered you were
in Canberra, you would think you had died.” Then I changed my mind. It took ten
years but it was inevitable. Berrans are a hardy bunch – they can withstand the
hot winds of summer and of Australia’s Parliament, the chill flurries from the
Snowy Mountains and the chilling news of budget cuts. The Berra is half-way
between everywhere.
When I first moved to Canberra, almost as an accidental intersection of geography and employment after the Sydney Olympics, I used to say ‘if you had lived in Sydney and one day you woke up and discovered you were in Canberra, you would think you had died’.
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| Canberra in the rain from Black Mountain |
Then I changed my mind. It took ten years but it was inevitable.
