Some of my friends know me as Weather Girl, since I have a bit of a thing about the weather. Note – this fixation doesn’t come close to John’s weather fettish .
So I took a look at the overnight temperature recorded in Mildura last night. And the 1 (one) degree they reported explains why the bottle of olive oil froze.

It would also explain why even my hot water bottle struggled to stop me shivering. It seems strange to wish for hot flushes.

Once the sun was up and the agony over, we were greeted with a beautiful day. We wandered over to see the Lock 9 on the Murray. Quite interesting, as I didn’t even know there were any locks on the Murray. There were pelicans galore, all milling round the base of the weir, just waiting for the fish to pop out.
We continued on across the border to South Australia where we had to dump our fruit for fruit fly quarantine. However, it’s been a long time since I crossed such a border, and now we have to handover our potatoes, tomatoes, lettuce, broccoli, beans, capsicums, zucchini, garlic….basically everything I had just bought! But hey, the fruit and veg shops in Renmark do very well. So through Renmark we went, where John “forgot” to stop for my caffeine hit. Words have been said. We had lunch in the lovely town of Burra, an historical copper mining town from the mid 1800s. It once produced 5% of the world’s copper.

It seemed to take forever to get to Melrose, on the edge of the Flinders Ranges. Again, it is freezing. Tonight we will wear even more clothes to bed. We’re camped at the local show grounds, and the boys are off for a ride tomorrow as Melrose has some great mountain biking trails. John already squeazed in a ride before dark.