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My yearly wish is granted - in August, as usual, with the last fierce blasts of cold from the Antarctic.
I was walking down Sturt St for a university event in the old Ballarat Trades Hall, when the spatter of rain became a snow fall.
and as always in Ballarat when it snows, all the shops and cafes emptied of staff and customers, and people laughed and took photos of themselves and their friends.
I took lots of photos. Snow augurs a good year for me.
The Unicorn Hotel in the snow from Camp Street.
The Trades Hall, Camp Street. It is flying the Eureka flag, of course.
The snow got thicker. This is the old Masonic Hall.
People gathered outside the door of the Trades Hall and took more photos before we went inside for the signing - everyone had a phone out but I had brought a real camera and there was some envy.
The snow was softer when I left and went off to have lunch at the dumpling restaurant, 3 doors down in Camp Street.
Snow, green tea and dumplings. Bliss!