I can never be totally sure - given that I'm normally about ten miles further north (and the other side of the Avon to boot!) - so glad to hear you weren't suckered by rain and mud.
(Should add, we did at least have the decency to win the hockey match concerned - I'd have been even MORE miffed if we'd lost..........)
Yes, I've noticed the way the weather can change in short distances. Luckily, apart from my trip to Lands End, I've been very fortunate with the weather so far. Touch wood that continues!
I can certainly understand your irritation if you'd been muddy, cold AND lost!!
Especially round here - it's the combination of hills that does it. (I'm sure there's a good geographical explanation to fit, but my GCSE Geography's decidedly rusty!) There was one memorable occasion when I had cause to call my mother. She works in central Bristol, whereas I'm right on the outskirts - as the crow flies, probably about five miles between us. I had the mother of all thunderstorms going on; she had a lovely sunny afternoon...!
Well, that certainly makes sense. We get differences if there are extreme heights in Australia, but mostly you can plot weather very smoothly and regularly.
It could be said of here that if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes and it'll change *grin*
I do remember my impression of Australia was that the weather WAS lovely and predictable - though I did keep getting accused of being Tasmanian as I was walking around in shorts and t-shirt while the natives (Queenslanders, for the most part, but I got it too in Sydney!) were wrapped up in at least five layers... (Mind you, I also got accused of faking my English accent after I accurately directed another tourist through Sydney's railway station - not that it was terribly hard; they were looking for something I'd walked past not five minutes earlier!)
Sad thing is, that was all nearly ten years ago. *sigh*
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Last time I was there, it was hosing it down with rain and I was plastered in about six inches of mud...
Pretty sure the weather wasn't that grim there yesterday, though!
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(Should add, we did at least have the decency to win the hockey match concerned - I'd have been even MORE miffed if we'd lost..........)
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I can certainly understand your irritation if you'd been muddy, cold AND lost!!
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I do remember my impression of Australia was that the weather WAS lovely and predictable - though I did keep getting accused of being Tasmanian as I was walking around in shorts and t-shirt while the natives (Queenslanders, for the most part, but I got it too in Sydney!) were wrapped up in at least five layers... (Mind you, I also got accused of faking my English accent after I accurately directed another tourist through Sydney's railway station - not that it was terribly hard; they were looking for something I'd walked past not five minutes earlier!)
Sad thing is, that was all nearly ten years ago. *sigh*
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I shocked my Dad this morning by pointing out to him that it was 13 years since he, my Mum and I travelled around the UK. Time definitely flies!