The bad weather was not done with; it returned in yesterday evening with great gusto, or rather, gusts of 50 kph. I was glad we had chosen not to erect the awning or we might have been out in the dark wrestling with the wind and the canvas, something all too familiar.
By the time we were up this morning, the day looked much better, although we took no advantage of it, apart from taking a carton load of books across to the recreation room in return for about five fresh volumes. This has lightened the load somewhat and should be exercised more often. Books are to be passed on and shared, rather than squirrelled away in collections under the bed. I should remember that.
The rest of the morning was spent attending to admin matters, tedious but necessary, and the after lunch we headed into town with a long list of chores, all undertaken with success.
With the day still young, or at least not yet gone, we drove up the Leschenault Estuary to Australind, and stopped at the Waterway Discovery Centre which is the starting point for a walking path across causeways and bridges out into the Inlet.
This estuarine lagoon is approximately 13.5 kilometres in length and has
a maximum width of 2.5 kilometres, covering an area of twenty five square
kilometres. The lagoon is separated from the Indian Ocean by the thin sandy
Leschenault Peninsula. The Collie River enters the lagoon just south of
Australind, now since harbour works for Bunbury, it finally makes its way out
to sea through The Cut.
More or less opposite the Discovery parkland, one can see the chimneys of an industrial complex for Cristal. Subsequent research has revealed that this facility produces titanium dioxide, a bright white powder made from titanium ore that has the ability to pigment any material. Chris knew the product from its role in pigmenting paint; it is also used in printing inks, paper, ceramics, glass, leather and synthetic fibres.
We came on home via main routes not otherwise taken, discovering that there is a shopping centre just metres back down the road from us, far more convenient than the others we had called into nearer the town centre.
This evening Nelson Mandela is still hanging on to life, although by a thread it would seem, and Julia is still hanging on to her prime ministerial position, albeit by knitting yarn. I suppose that it is a little distasteful of me to mention these two celebrities in the same breath. But I do wonder what tomorrow will bring?
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