Saturday Morning Sports and Summertime. Oh how grand is life.

Seriously, how grand does life seem when you realise that you really have escaped the claws of winter, and you can feel summer slowly shining its way back into your world.

It's pretty damn grand.

Especially after being in the clutches of the coldest winter you have ever experienced. Daily temperatures of -8 degrees. Experiencing -18 degrees with a wind chill factor added to that. I mean honestly, it's a little ridiculous and I didn't really need to learn that New Zealand is incredibly mild.

And yes, I have since learnt that places such as Canada get even colder (around -30 perhaps?), but just let me have my moan.

However, as Boarding was the Light of Winter, Sunshine and Warmth are the Light of Summer. And oh how I missed them!

The sunshine has arrived, with clear skies, weak warmth, (but warmth none-the-less) and double figured temperatures. Yes people, not only are we consistently making positive temperatures, we have made 11 degrees. Oh its time to celebrate.

And celebrate we have. Touch has began. Last weekend was the first practice/run around for the season. I was up at 8.30am, out of the house and strolling the streets of the Land of the Morning Calm in the beautiful sunshine. I played amongst some brown grass, bare trees, but I was wearing shorts and a short sleeve thermal. And I was hot. In temperature. By no means attractive as someone kindly pointed out last weekend. Hmmm, thanks Tom and Fiona.

Everyone who was down there was in good spirits, commenting on the weather and the turn out. I replied with "Saturday Morning Sports people, you simply can't beat it" and did a little jig. This was met with a few nervous smiles and small giggles. It was about then I missed Carla.. normally I kept the weird side of me hidden and only expose it too a select few. Slight slip up on my behalf. But I again caught myself about 30 minutes later.

I did a dive - of which resulted in a try might I add - but as I was running, or perhaps walking, back to the half way mark I noticed I had mud on my legs and clothes. To which I exclaimed, "Oh my god, Sunshine, Saturday Morning Sports and mud on my clothes. Yeya!". Followed by another small jig. "All I need now is a sporting injury". Perhaps you can sense my excitement at Touch and Sports and the arrival of summer. And my need to shut up sometimes.

I am sure living in the smelly, concrete jungle that is Seoul is what has influenced my incredible need to be in open space. Preferably grassy and green, with trees and birds, and with some attempt of serenity. Touch definitely helps. But also the crews energy and activeness also.

Saturday Sports Day are a large part of summer here, and last week we held our first one for the year. At Yongsan Family Park, the crew arrived to watch the Touch practice to then follow on with Frisbee games and beer. It was awesome. Fiona was even in bare feet.

Anyway, summer time has arrived. With sports and promises of outdoor adventures, festivals and holidays. Bring on Doek Joek Do, DJ Festival, Flow Festival and Mud Festival. Bring it all on.

It's my turn in the sun. Bring on summer.