This was me on Thursday night, June 21st.
The shortest day of the year (that is, the day with the shortest amount of daylight).
The day when Hobart had its lowest maximum temperature for two years (6C/43F).
At around 9pm on this, of all nights, we had a power blackout.
By then, the temperature was around 4C/39F.
I know that's not amazingly cold for some of you (like Jack and Persephone up in Canada), but it was pretty cold for me, and even colder for Nick and Kate, who don't have the benefit of my luxurious furs to keep them warm.
So, with no light and no heat, they rugged up and found torches and candles. I followed them around, because I wasn't sure what was going on. Then Kate asked Nick to take a photo of me by torchlight (that's it, above).
Then things got a bit experimental.
Nick found his little pen torch and he and Kate did some 'light painting' with timed exposure shots:
Kate was thinking that she was going to have to give me a candle-lit meal, but then the power came back on. The 45-minute blackout was fun, but I was glad to be able to see my food and have the heat back on.
Injury update: I'm totally on the mend. The antibiotics have worked a treat and my would is healing beautifully. My furs are even growing back! Thanks for all your good wishes. Fighting might be tough, but it's not fun when you get hurt. I'll try to control myself in the future.
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