rainy days and Mondays

it is wet in Woodford. raining solidly for 2 weeks, torrential at times. is this what England is like? I have been taking our sunny weather that we have here, for granted. Dutch husband took my car today, leaving me housebound so there was nothing for a blog post happening in my world.. unless of course I wrote yet another story of Mary & me. are you sick of that yet? maybe another day I will tell how I chased her across California.
then I remembered that I had not told of our little bike trip to Tasmania back in November, which seems a life time away.. so here is a little story in pictures ~ enjoy, from my place to yours

travelling over to the isle of Tasmania by boat. bikes had to be tied down to prevent them falling over

Tasmania is a gorgeous state of Australia. I have been told it is very much like England

looking over dutch husbands shoulder checking his speed.. but there is no need. he is a very safe rider and knows he has my life in his hands while I am on the back. I trust him. have you ever put your life into someone's hands like this?

farmhouses dot the country side.. I was so tempted to go in and ask for some milk, butter and maybe some fruitcake.. just like the Famous Five did while they were on their adventures!

me in front of a little cottage in Port Arthur dressed in my leather vest and red shoe-laces.. it is difficult to look gorgeous while on the back of the bike. you know, I really don't like my looks.. I frown too much.

Echiums in the garden of the Commandants House
Port Arthur is an historic area. the gardens are just divine. we spent a whole day there and took the Ghost tour at night - holding lanterns as we walked around with a guide.

my little note, to Laraine today said this:
la pluie imbibe dans mon âme et je commence à me sentir comme si je me noie dans l'eau [translation by Babelfish}
what I was trying to say was this:
the rain is soaking into my soul and I am beginning to feel as if i am drowning in water