It’s always the same after we have stayed somewhere for four or five days. In the case of Yamba, we were waiting for a part for the autipilot to arrive, having belatedly realised that Express Post does not exist in Yamba because it has no nearby airport. “And that’s the way we like it,” stated …
A few days ago, while freeing a shark from his line (the Smalls and I have instituted a ‘flathead only’ rule) M’s fishing rod fell gently to the bottom of Wineglass Bay. Gone. We don’t have a lot of classy stuff, and the rod was no exception, having cost four dollars from Balnarring OpShop. However, …
Sleet during the night. Actual sleet. I am so grateful for the woollen blankets that Jess washed and dried for me ? Snugged up under one of them, I was warm as a bug. I thought briefly and unsympathetically of all the motorboating people over in their camp, shivering wetly, and slept in until eight …