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Mourning the end of summer that never really was

March 5, 2011 by Jen

Onkaparinga River at Pt Noarlunga South. Day 97/365.

We spent most of the weekend at The Surfer’s place and went swimming both days. That was during the last few days of our summer and what a strange summer it has been here.

Firstly it didn’t get hot much at all. Unless March comes and bites me in the bum with a heatwave, we usually have a heatwave in January or February but apart from a couple of hot days and hot nights it didn’t really happen at all.

I know Perth and Sydney have had some heatwaves but these passed us by, not that I’m complaining. We’ve also been lucky to miss out on cyclones and floods.

I notice the days getting shorter and the weather getting cooler and I wonder what the heck happened to summer this year. Hopefully next summer for us won’t be as traumatic and we’ll also get some warmer weather, not too hot for too long mind.

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