It's very cold here in Ballarat. It should be in the thirties centigrade and instead it's about 17 by day and very cold by night. I have barely a strip of cloth to wrap around one arm, let alone one of the multiple woolly/fleecy garments of home, which are now just a distant dream. Victoria has been in the grip of much needed wet but not so welcome cold - just my luck. I shouldn't have longed for warmth with quite such desperation. We plan to camp for a week after Christmas, sleeping in my super-thin sleeping bag, last used seriously in the extremely hot temperatures of the Kimberleys.
Oh well... must make more of an effort to re-claim my adventurous spirit which isn't supposed to care too much about climatic conditions. Phil has just announced that the sun has shown itself and we are spending the day with Holly and Pete, celebrating Holly's birthday - although it's not until tomorrow. Tomorrow she leaves for a field trip trapping mammals in the Ottways and we'll be re-united just before Christmas. We'll be heading for the Grampians so I'll need to relocate my adventurous spirit by Tuesday.
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