Showering in the garden of the Gods

This entry was supposed to read something like this:

"Husband has organised bathroom rennovations, which means that all showers in the house have been decomissioned. So he fixed a temporary shower outside. Then, as the weather got colder and wetter, he organised a business trip to Canberra, where he can sit in a hotel shower to his heart's content, leaving us to tremble in the elements."

That's how it was supposed to sound. However, before I had time to air my honest views, I have managed to shower under the above mentioned outdoor shower three times. Twice was enough to change my view forever.

You stand, at the back of the house, under the spray of hot water. Make it as hot as you like. The hotter the better. Right in front of you is the veggie garden, getting soaked in the grey water. At your eye level is the blooming rose garden - lucious green, with splashes of colour. Beyond the rose garden, there is more rich greenery. And if you're really lucky, the face of a cow or a horse peers at you across the fence.

The key is to make the shower as hot as you can possibly stand it, just towards the end. Get your body really, really hot. Then turn the water off. Your body is so hot, that even a light drizzle at 12 deg C feels pleasant, and you can afford to slowly amble towards your towel.

Some might call it "toughing it". I call it "showering in the garden of the Gods".

One more point. So far, I have only showered during the day. But, my husband has installed a light in the outdoor shower. (As you do.) I am yet to try the night time experience.