The official reading at the Mitchell Post Office this morning was -6.2°C. I'm wondering if frosts like this will halt the progress of cane toads down the Maranoa River -- save Mitchell from invasion?
It's on sunny days such as this that I realise Mitchell is where I want to be. First a neighbour called in; half an hour later two friends arrived to knit, sketch, drink tea and chat; followed by conversation in the doctor's waiting room; and then meeting two friends outside the pharmacy.
Finally, and on my late afternoon walk with Major along the river, I talked to two lots of people from 'away'.
"Mitchell is a very friendly town," commented one of the travellers. I had to agree.