It doesn’t.
Is there such a temperature? I mean, a human-inhabitable
one, that is? Apparently, that is the forecast for an area in Tasmania that we,
fearless travellers with child, intend on visiting in the not too distant
future.
Reassuringly, I continue to read the Bureau of Meteorology
forecast. That will be the minimum temperature. You will be delighted to know
that during the day it will warm up to a very temperate 0.
It is about now that I am seriously considering my state of
wellbeing and my capacity to make judgments. I am thinking that perhaps it is best for everyone if I just
sign over power of attorney now, before I make any more irretrievable decisions
that may subject my loving family to a lifetime of holiday cryogenic
experiences.
While I thought Germany, in the height of the northern
winter, would bring about many wonderful memories, we were extremely lucky with
the weather. Not so lucky with the language barrier, but we managed to hold our
own as our regular bloggees will know.
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| Mum, it's cold when you haven't got any hair! |
So back to my holiday planning.
Look...many courageous men and women have endured climatic
hardships whilst accomplishing incredible feats. Mawson and Hillary come to
mind.
On that basis alone, I think Team O’Connor should be able to
manage the wilds of Tasmania... in a hire car...
