My mother's on holiday in Australia at the moment, visiting rellies in the country areas of Victoria. Last week she called to report that it was snowing in the beautiful old mining town of Ballarat, which sits a few hundred metres above sea level a couple of hours north of Melbourne. Yesterday I got an e mail from Swan Hill, a little town on the banks of the Murray River, where the barometer had recorded a temperature of one hundred degrees fahrenheit .
Take a look for yourselves, and you'll see that Swan Hill isn't too far from Ballarat:
Is this weird weather evidence for global warming? Dialectics? God warming up to play a decisive role in the upcoming Ashes series? I'm reminded of the opening scene in Peter Weir's