Old Melbourne Memories by Rolf Boldrewood — Read

By this time the winter rains had commenced to fall. The wild weather of the western coast, with fierce gales from the south-east, and driving storms of sleet, showed clearly that "the year had turned. " The roads were knee-deep in mud, the creeks full, the nights long and cold. However, grass was plentiful, and

Little cared we for wind or weather, / When Youth and I lived "there" together.