But then there is the soul...

Daylight saving finished over Easter, so now it's getting dark while I drive home from the gym after work.  And much as I'm looking forward to Wales and all I anticipate there, I will miss these sunsets.  I hadn't realised this country has seeped into my soul too.

work goes on

Last Thursday I went to Balranald for work and took a cuppla photos of Lake Benanee - a bit more water than last time.  I tried to take them from the same spot as last time...

Trains and boat and planes...

Ok.  So now it's the Tuesday after Easter and I have to go to work.  But the goddess sends me a reminder that my next holiday is not far away...

Let's pretend it's 1st April...

OK so it's April and I can say 'Mum and I are going to St David's next month!!!!!'  Doesn't time fly.  In fact, being April 1st I am driving to Adelaide to catch up with the Gang of Four - though, as they remind me when I say I'm spending Easter with 4 friends from school days,  I am in fact catching up with 3 great mates and I am the fourth.  That's the brutal honesty of friends.  We are spending Easter on Kangaroo Island.  I have never been there before.  They have.  I am soooooo looking forward to catching up with them.  And I'm thinking KI is a sort of warm up (or cool down) for St David's.
Needless to say, in the company of these three everything goes perfectly.  Here's a few photos:

Here they are about to be devoured by some prehistoric creature.  But the goddess is looking after us

Our rescuing mermaid returns to the sea

while Easter Island gods snigger and contemplate snacking on a few other tourists...

And this is the stage where the drama took place - Remarkable Rocks.

How lucky can one woman be!!!!  And, because I like to write little haiku-style poems as mementoes, and our walk to the cannery and its beach was my absolute favourite time of the holiday...

The Cannery, American River, Kangaroo Island 2010

Four figures on a calm beach,

fossicking, photographing, dreaming, gazing.

A story of 200 years.

GPHS

(Globally Positioned Happiness Seekers)

Four survivors on a calm beach,

buffeted and bleached by the land,

regrouping beside the sea.

Happy Birthday Beagle to Corinne, Bronny and me over the past month

Beagles are significant to all 3 of us and, given my cunning plan to use a photo of Bronny's beagle failed to materialise - the beagle vanishing into cyberspace as they tend to, often dragging washing and other people's sandwiches with them - thought I'd use this photo.  The fact I look incredibly young has nothing to do with it.  I have had the most wonderful birthday - cards, gifts, phone calls and emails from all over the place - thank you all.  If every day was like the past 2 days, I'd still look like I do in the photo (I'm the one on the left).  I lead a charmed life, so thank you. XXXX

OK. The Rabbit wins.

It looks as though Thumper has won a trip to Wales - presumably for cuteness.  So I thought I'd better get in the picture too.  Here we are in our garden in Angus Drive, England, a few years ago.  Discerning gardener-type people could be forgiven for thinking this was a young Edna Walling...  It looks frightfully Bickleigh Vale.  But to keep my gardening credentials, I thought I'd show you my rosemary which has finally flowered.

Said gardener-type people may be thinking that plants tend to flower when they're stressed and on their way out, and I think this may be the case.  This rosemary plant has survived amazing drought conditions and, though it looks quite healthy here, in real life it's not looking so crash hot.  I've been waiting years for it to flower.  I love the story that Mary (ie mother of Jesus) threw her mantle over the bush (not my one) and since that time it has had blue flowers.  Given my bush has only one flower (read no further if you are of a religious bent) it must have been her g-string.

Friday on my mind

I should keep my big mouth shut.  After rabbiting on about my Mondays off, I've been asked to work Mondays for 3 weeks, with Fridays off instead.  So last weekend was a short one for me.  Didn't travel anywhere - just tried to catch up.  Previous weekend, you may recall, I went to Adelaide for 4 days so Mum and I could organise a bit more of our Big Trip to Wales.  Mum always puts Thumper, a toy from my childhood, on my bed and it crossed my mind that I could take him to Wales - a bit like Flat Stanley for those who remember that saga.  I haven't totally dismissed the idea...  Welsh Rabbit????

Driving to Adelaide, I noticed a most disturbing sight at the winery at Kingston-on-Murray.  So I photoed it with my phone on the way home.

What will happen to the wine? And doesn't it look like Raspberry Ripple ice-cream?