Here we are at equinox in the home town of Errol Flynn. He lived a full life, equally able to offend or charm.
As I write the mainland is under water. The Eastern States are drenched with more rain than they have seen in sixty years.
The cloud hanging over Mt Wellington is like the cloud of misogyny hanging over the country in the news emanating from Canberra.
The contrasts could not be more pronounced.
As half the population await justice.