I mentioned in my last post about the current balmy weather. Even Lady Voledoomcat has been purrsuaded to get out and lounge in the sun today, and we have been gassing most of the day over the fence with The Bikers, admiring their new pond and Pong’s (the new kitten’s) ability to lie on a warm slab beside same and dangle her long black tail into the water. She’s not going to catch much with that tactic, populated as said pond is with assorted tadpoles, diving beetles, pond skaters and whirligigs.
We’ve been getting our act together at The Grannary, because we are about to desert this sainted celtic land and head south and east, inverting ourselves at latitude zero, as we set off for a family wedding in Queensland.
We’ll be a little bit south of Brisbane, down on the Gold Coast. Life’s a beach, after all. The wedding was originally going to be in August, but it was decided by the locals that the weather would be far too cold, in fact, they were concerned that April might be also too cool for such festivities. Having done a little research through the auspices of the BBC weather website, I’m of the opinion that these Aussies are crazy. As far as I’m concerned, the weather we’re about to encounter will fry the wazzocks off me in about three seconds flat. Just take a look at this:
And for those of you who are impressed by old money:





