Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Weather for ducks
On Friday, we had brilliant sunshine, not a cloud in the sky. Then, just because my dear friend Cheryl and and her daughter were due to visit us for the weekend, it started bucketing down at 5am Saturday morning. And continued to rain all weekend. Water everywhere - fields had become lakes and roads rivers. At Huonville, the river had broken its banks and was making its way towards the road. Ducks everywhere were having a great time. Despite the deluge, we had a lovely weekend. Instead of outdoor activity we spent much of it indoors enjoying plenty of food, wine and good conversation. Now I need some nice weather again so I can walk off the extra 'energy reserves' I've been accumulating.
The swan family at Franklin enjoying the extra water
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.