Well, we have the answer . . . We've been saying each morning since we arrived in England April 1st, waking to yet another rainy day, where is all this water going to go?
It was going here to the Neckar.
This was the scene from our balcony this morning. Last night, the row of trees stood on the bank of the Neckar, with a lawn, flowerbeds and a broad pedestrian/bicycle lane where John and I strolled (under umbrellas: we haven't taken a walk without these on the entire trip.)
And this is what it sounded like:
"Through the rain" is mostly how we've seen England, France, Switzerland and Germany this spring. Such sad biergartens here, chairs upturned on the table tops, vines on overhead trellises dripping water. John and I have stopped taking photos of ourselves because we can't stand one more of me in that brown cap and John in his winter coat. But gray weather notwithstanding (it's prolonged the spring so that we saw tulips yesterday!) we wouldn't rather be doing anything else than taking this rambling trip . . .