I was struck by this photo from Gordon Smith. Gordon's caption reads:
The view, looking north from the track leading to our house, one fine frosty morning. This year’s lowest overnight temperature saw the thermometer dip to -11.2 degC (11.8 degF) in Armidale.
That's cold, although if my memory serves me correctly, it's not Armidale's coldest temperature. The figure 9 degF sticks in my minds. Still, 11.8 is cold enough.
Judith Wright's South of My Days remains by far the best description of a Tablelands' winter, capturing the very essence of the Tablelands itself.