I’m MIA.

High up somewhere in the Snowy Mountains fly fishing with my mate Jeff. The water is clear, cool and drinkable. And it’s full of trout. The days are hot, and the harsh Australian sun is challenging, but we get relief with the cool evenings and mornings when the dingos howl their chorus and keep us company.

Smoked trout by the campfire tonight, washed down with wine and port.

Does it get any better than this?

Pure bliss