Fall Down Our Cold, Cold Hole. It’s The Igloo Wonderland!

Ah, youth.

Remember the sweet nights of rugging up in winter pjs and building the most brilliantly meticulously constructed pillow and blanket forts your little hands could craft?

Well, the truth was they were shoddy and reeked of your own saliva and your parents were absolutely blowing smoke up your butt when they said they just HAD to get a picture of your work to show your grandma because it would blow her mind.

Your grandma may have been old and her brains 70% mush, but, kid, she was spending the nights drinking away the trauma of 2 wars and pre-internet hobbies, not rapturously picturing your future as an architect.

So.

This is your chance to have your damn fort and have it proper in the wharf’s igloo wonderland on the banks of the Yarra.