The Australian continent has spent sizeable chunks of the last month labouring under a Dome of Heat. It warrants capital letters. Might even warrant a stentorian, drawn-out delivery like the beginning of Lost in Space. Doooooome of Heeeeeeeeaaaatttt.
Parts of the country have experienced temps so soaring and sustained that the Bureau of Meteorology has had to add a never-before-seen searing hot pink colour to its thermal maps to represent the high temperatures.
Here in Melbourne, we had a few days above 40 Celsius and many in the high 30s but we’ve also had lots of milder, beautiful summer days. Victoria has really not suffered at all compared to other parts of the country.
In some central Australian towns, backpackers have been basically taken up residence in the aisles of air-conditioned supermarkets and people have been frying eggs on the pavement. Because, you know, nothing tastes as good as an egg caked in asphalt grit and dirt.
I just hope we can keep bush fires at bay for the rest of the season.
All the photos in this post are from around the Gippsland Lakes where we traditionally spend our holidays. It’s a magical spot.
This year we only had short time there from the end of December to the start of January but it was no less awesome for so little time.
We spent time sourcing summer fruit in beautiful countryside, watching boats sail past and just generally relaxing.
Of the berry farms we visited, the raspberry farm was my favourite. Not only because raspberries are the best of all berries but also because they collect the raspberries they gather here in these old prams. Like precious, tiny, juicy babies.
School and kinder start back in earnest tomorrow and I’m hoping my weeks will soon start to take on a more settled routine.
I’ll be back with a little more regularity shortly. Starting back with a little creative decorating idea tomorrow.
I missed you my possums. Hope everyone is tip top.