Ahhh Queensland – beautiful one day, perfect the next. At least that’s how the slogan goes, right?
To some extent it’s certainly very true, and for the last two years of my life I was lucky enough to enjoy what seemed like an eternal summer (and constant humidity) living in Brisbane. If I’m honest it did get a bit old after a while – I missed my winter fashion and began to dread the constant sweating.
With the sunshine and never-ending blue skies comes the wild weather that Queensland has become famous for. Hail, driving rain, flooding, drought … you name it, Queensland has it.
I never really cared too much about wild weather until I got married and became a mum. When you’re single and childless, to some extent you think you’re bulletproof. However, when our baby arrived suddenly the world was a big scary place and protecting him became my number one priority.
We lived in awe of the Queensland weather, getting to the beach even in the middle of winter and enjoying a lot of park time. But when the weather turned bad, boy did it get nasty.