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 HousePort 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
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.
going back generations, my family were from below the stairs not above them. they were simple folk. I did not inherit any family silver. the only silver piece that I know of in my family is the infamous tea pot that my Uncle Brian put onto the wood burning stove when he was visiting the original Inglewood.. it melted. and I have heard that the ancestors were not impressed with that.
I have always had a fascination for old silver and like a bower bird, I have gathered bits over the years.
and today, i remembered that I do have one piece of silver of my own and that is a Pixie cup that my Pa gave to me when I was a little girl. my pixie mug
friday night pizza. sometimes we even go for a walk in Katoomba afterwards, telling ourselves that we are walking the pizza off.. but we eat more pizza than walk, let me tell you
Papadinos pizzeria. in Katoomba for at least 25years, owned by the same family. father and son - italian hospitality... 1960's tiled tables, red wine and pizza.. .. a place where you help yourself to the water that springs from a lions mouth and wine glasses hang from a rack. stainless steel plates and plastic cups...
a place where each table is named after a region in Italy. .. names like Sicilia, Tuscany & Firenze.. with the Beatles music playing in the background.. makes for a very interesting combination of cultures. lots of laughter, tourists and locals alike
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