This morning we woke late, later than I have since my decadent childless youth. Last night we had sat up far too late waiting to hear the outcome of the ruling regarding the Qantas employment lock out. Finally we gave up waiting and went to bed. This morning we turned the television on over breakfast and learned that the planes would be back in the air within 24 hours. The whole farce has filled the media gap left by the end of the Rugby World Cup; that and the Melbourne Cup to be run tomorrow. I understand that Australia closes down for that? No doubt we will find out for ourselves.
It was still raining when we did eventually rise and the temperatures were a chilly 17 degrees and remained unchanged most of the day. We pulled out our jeans, jumpers and sox from the back of our wardrobes and wondered how we would cope with next autumn in the south. Obviously we have acclimatised.
We spent the morning inside then ventured out after lunch to the supermarket, walking up and down the aisles with the locals; the extent of our daily exercise. Back at the camp we hunkered down as the afternoon closed in earlier than usual, and the rain set in for real. Later we peeked outside and found the water up to our doormat; a good reason to shut ourselves in and maybe pull the heater out to fight the 15 degree temperature. The weather forecast promises improvements tomorrow and the next day, so hopefully we will get to enjoy the remaining attractions highlighted in our guide book rather than waste our days away reading and writing.