We had a very pleasant autumn in Melbourne (as you can see from this photo taken a couple of weeks ago.) So I was in a state of denial about the approach of winter. I was convinced I could see through my remaining weeks in Australia in my summer wardrobe with the addition of the occasional cardigan, perhaps a pair of tights and my possum fur scarf (which deserves a post of its own).
I may have to go to Plan B. As The Age reports, yesterday was the coldest May day in Melbourne since 2000. Snow fell on the Victorian Alps - which, all things considered, might have been funner than the sleet that fell here.