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How hot is it?


Remember a key objective of this trip is to find warmth.  While the mountains at home are shivering in days with 8C maximums, if you look carefully at the number at the top right of the car screen you will see here is it 28C.

Given that we get just three or four days a year above 30C in the mountains, this is as hot a summer!

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  1. WinamAugust 13, 2013 at 8:37 AM

    We had 25C by the coast here yesterday. That already felt like summer to me.

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 13, 2013 at 7:57 PM

      Don't get too excited there are the August winds to come ... in fact they have arrived.

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  2. diane bAugust 13, 2013 at 8:44 PM

    Luckily the winds haven't continued. The days are fabulous at the moment. Glad you got warmed up in winter. I'm sure you will enjoy the cool in summer while we fry.

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 14, 2013 at 8:20 PM

      Yep our summer is pretty cool, too cold sometimes. I can't cope with Queensland summers.

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  3. head in the sun August 16, 2013 at 7:04 PM

    I'm looking forward to a milder summer this year - not the 40+ days we get in Ararat.
    (seems ridiculous, doesn't it - head to QLD for milder weather?).
    Plus my sister who lives around the corner has a pool and I LOVE to swim.

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 16, 2013 at 9:54 PM

      Yep that does seem wierd to me. It is not so much the heat as the humidity that knocks me about in Queensland.

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