We’ve passed the winter solstice. I always hold this out as a faint hope for Allison: the days are getting longer now and spring approaches.
Nonsense, she says, this is when the really cold weather starts… Which I have to agree is usually the case. We have great weather most of the year, but winter here is tough.
But last Saturday was glorious, like the golden autumn days we usually get so many of. (Except this year.) Saturday was warm enough to be outside in a t-shirt, a great day for wandering about the farm chatting to the horses and alpacas. We’ve been rare visitors lately.
Sunday was also quite acceptable, but with a little bit of cool breeze. But who’s complaining.
We’ve had reasonable weather lately, including a couple of heavy frosts on sunny mornings, and this week looks like it will be OK. But cold weather is coming again from mid-next-week.
My theory on living in Canberra or Goulburn is that you need an aunt with a holiday house on the coast, for a couple of days’ respite in the middle of winter. Which we don’t have. Allison has a sister in warmer climes and sometimes sneaks up there for a bit, and in fact she’s going to the US for a few days soon with her work.
But for me it’s another couple of months of cold weather, wood fires and a chance to focus on my family history hobby. Which is not all bad.