Interesting how latitude affects climate in a very immediate way.
Winter mornings in Mackay are cool, a little chilly, but the tiles underfoot in the bathroom are merely cold, not achingly, hurt-makingly cold. Your toes don’t go a little numb if you stand there for a few minutes. Your breath doesn’t show in the air before you turn the hot water on. You don’t get goosebumps on your goosebumps. You don’t need flannel pyjamas, Ugg boots, heavy sweaters or gloves. Sunglasses are still the order of the day.
I’ve been staying in northern New South Wales for the last two days, and here, it’s definitely winter. In the morning, the grass is crisp and white and crunchy, the windscreen needs to have hot air on it for about 5 minutes before the ice will clear, mist lies in the valleys before the sun comes over the hill and woodsmoke scents the morning air as the neighbours crank up their wood stoves in the early morning to take the chill off the air inside. Night is dry and cold, with immense black skies sprinkled with brilliant stars and the broad white swathe of the Milky Way crossing overhead. There’s a dawn chorus of kurrajongs giggling and tootling in the trees outside, and later the lorikeets, galahs and collared doves will swoop down to try and steal the chicken food. I’m back in the mountain town I love, where I lived and had my garden for 3 years, and it feels comfortable and familiar. The Husband, north Queensland born and bred, finds it a little, um, unexpected and chilly. It makes me nostalgic for all the nice things about winter, but I won’t miss the comfort of not getting so cold that my arthritic bones ache…
We’re on the way home today. Two days on the road, with a stop en route to catch up briefly with a blogging friend. Tonight is the familiar motel we always stay at, and then Saturday night we’ll sleep again, with some relief, in our own familiar bed. I’m looking forward to inspecting progress in the vegie garden and leaping joyfully back into work on Steampunk, which I haven’t had time to touch while we were away.
Homeward bound 🙂