It's not very often the temperature sinks so low in this neck of the woods, especially in this day and age of global warming (Siberia just had a May which was 10C higher than normal, on average). Dave saw -3.3C on the road near Clarendon this morning, and in several places stopped to photograph the frost. We're talking seriously cold here. Cold enough for snow to actually stick/lie, if it fell. You could come out of your home and find a foot of snow on the paddock. Not that it would stay for long. By mid-morning it would be gone; but --!!
So naturally Dave was out riding in it ... which had to remind him of the arctic conditions he grew up accustomed to. It certainly reminds me of the winter chill when Mike and I were kids ... waking up to a car covered in frost or snow; seeing the inside of the bedroom window covered in beautiful ice crystals ... and later, in Glenelg in the early 1970s, hearing the milkman crunching through the frosty lawn to leave milk bottles (remember those?) on the doorstep...
All images in this post are by Dave, with his trusty phone. All I've done is give them a tweak to bring out the best in them! Aren't phone cameras amazing these days? (And all I was working with are the compressed versions, recaptured off his facebook page.)
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