Time for another reprint of one of my Australia and New Zealand magazine articles, this one appeared in their September edition. As we are now seeing temperatures steadily rising here in Brisbane, we’ve already had a few 30°C plus days, the timing of this article here is perfect. Just to remind you though, we are only halfway through spring right now.
So what happens in summer? Will it really get too hot? Here’s the article.
When my wife and I first talked about moving to Australia my first thought was “Ooh, that’s a hot country, isn’t it? That would be nice.” And let’s face it, when you’ve lived in the UK and put up with the cold, dark, damp, grey, drizzly and did I mention cold winters for almost half a century as I had, ‘hot’ becomes a quite attractive option.
Fast forward to now and I have escaped the cold, dark, damp, grey misery known as UK winters and I’m happily enjoying the subtropical delights of Brisbane.
But now that I am here, and I’ve been here a while, people who don’t live in Brisbane say to me “I couldn’t live in Brisbane, it’s too humid.” This is a viewpoint that makes me laugh like a drain inside my head, because laughing like a drain out loud is way too embarrassing. That’s a different matter though, what’s important here is why this statement gives me so much amusement.
As someone who spent many years in the UK, I think I know what bad weather is and humidity doesn’t come on top of my list.
For me, suffering five or six weeks of a year when the weather is ‘humid’ simply doesn’t compare to my previous experiences of ‘bad weather’. From where I’m standing, or sitting, this is what I experience during those apparently intolerable five or six weeks.
The weather is hot, sometimes very hot. The sky is often the most beautiful blue you’ve ever seen and there isn’t a cloud to be found. The only downside is that, well, you get a little sweaty when you do anything energetic, like reading a book.
Things can get incredibly sweaty if you do something even more strenuous, like perhaps digging a hole with a shovel. But then that’s something I always try and avoid in my life and anyway, doing the same thing in the cold, dark, damp, grey, drizzle of the UK isn’t much fun either.
So for me, if ‘humid’ is Brisbane’s bad weather, I’ll take it. I remember all too well what the alternative is.
My five or six weeks may be different to other people’s idea of humid though. In particular my wife; she tells me her hair is frizzy for around 12 weeks of the year during the humid period and she doesn’t like it. I tell her that her hair looks wonderful, frizzy or not, but it makes no difference, she still doesn’t like it. What we do like though, that’s both of us, are the benefits of living in Brisbane.
I’ve not worn a coat in this city ever. On the final day of autumn this year, in other words the day before winter began, my wife took part in a charity 35 kilometre beach walk not far south from here. People were swimming in the sea.
Back at the accommodation, I was keeping an eye on my daughter who was in the swimming pool with eight other kids.
Meanwhile, the next day, many other parts of Australia had snow.
So not all of Australia is hot all the time, but I love the climate we have here in Brisbane. It’s not for everyone though, which is why we have Melbourne, Canberra and Hobart.