The rain has arrived as forecasted but not, for us, in disastrous quantities. We even managed to venture out this morning for the newspaper, hoping that the service station just a few metres up the road might sell The Australian. Alas not, so it was up the hill to Miranda and returning with rain sodden clothes despite the rain coats and umbrellas.
The day
was subsequently spent indoors, challenging each other at Sudokos, reading the
weekend paper and watching television. We are the lucky ones. In the camp area
sat a small group of tourists travelling in a car, the vehicle backed in and
their very wet tents and all related paraphernalia hanging from the rafters in
an attempt to dry them before enduring another night camped out in the storm.
Perhaps they will sleep on the dining tables tonight at least under a solid
roof. Behind us I could hear the pitter patter of little feet as the little
solo mum coped with caravan-bound children. Girls would be happy colouring in;
little boys drive you spare on such days.
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