I am sitting in London at the moment, and it is raining. Not only is it raining, it is cold. I should perhaps begin this entry by noting that it is supposedly mid-summer (although I doubt anyone has told the weather here about that – ever).
English weather should come as no surprise to any visitor – the Brits certainly complain about it often enough – but it is one of the things that always makes me want to get home as quickly as I can. The weather in Australia isn't always nice, but it's always interesting.
Weather varies quite a lot within Australia, which shouldn't be surprising as it is an incredibly large country. From the often chilly (for Australia) climate of Tasmania to the four-seasons-in-one-day weather in Melbourne, to the tropical rains in the north (where you're drenched in a minute, and dry within the next), weather in Australia is an adventure.
What can I say? I love extreme weather. Last year, I was one of the very few walking about in the snow in Tromso and grinning like an idiot. I am very much looking forward to having to sleep on the floor during the next 40-degree stretch next summer.
