The overnight temperatures were much more acceptable than the past few.
Over breakfast we decided to book another night or perhaps two if we could
manage a powered site. Chris also expressed a desire to return or exchange the
television. It is larger than our previous one despite us having made a point
of measuring the screen diagonally as is the accepted manner of measuring
screens and the fact that our invoice states it is 47 cm. It is not. And so
Chris dismantled the television, unpacked the old from the new box, repacked
the new and removed the sale notices off the amenities walls.
I called up to the office to ask about available sites. We were aware
that the camp had no vacancies but thought there just might be a cancellation.
The chap behind the counter asked us to return later in the morning.
In the meantime we set off into town to Battery World where we purchased
two new batteries and returned to Harvey Normans who were unable to exchange
the television for one smaller, but were willing to refund. Given that we have
had to fork out for the batteries, this television stalemate is a blessing in
disguise.
Back at camp we learned that one lot of disgruntled campers had
departed, unhappy with the camp fires and noise of their neighbours. We
inspected the abandoned site and decided to take a punt; we have booked to stay
for yet another two nights.
We moved across camp once more after lunch and then headed back to
Nowingi Place, there by 1.30 pm, having missed only an hour and a half of the
afternoon’s entertainment. Today the skies have been clear and the sun hot,
however a gentle breeze has made the weather very pleasant. We sat as on other
days enjoying the many artists, one Slim Newton who is well known for his song “The
Red-Back on the Toilet Seat” released in the early 1970s. He is just days off
his eightieth birthday and looks great. He also still sings very well, remembering
most of the words and not suffering the demise that comes to so many great singers
who fail to retire before they are past their best. The crowds have grown as
the days progressed; there were hundreds of happy fans sitting about, some
knitting, some accompanied by their dogs, some enjoying the $5 ice-creams, and
most our age or older.
We arrived home to find the other four campers in our block all in residence
and none appearing to be at all problematic, although the evening is young yet.
I picked up our emails, including one from Larissa who mentioned, almost
in passing, that since we hadn’t heard, our motorhome was obviously saved from
the fire where it is stored in New Zealand. This was news to us and so we
googled the appropriate words and learned that many motorhomes have indeed been
burned to a cinder in the shed we had understood ours to be parked in. We are still in the dark as to the health of our own. Hopefully an email shot
off to the proprietors will reveal all tomorrow!
After such news, it was rather satisfying to catch up briefly with our
youngest son and learn that he and his family are all well, their greatest
concern at the moment the boys coping with daylight saving bedtimes. They will
adjust after a few days.
As I write this, Chris is watching the SBS television news and a country
singer is entertaining those who have taken their chairs to Frogs Hollow here
in camp; we can enjoy it from here in our caravan.
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