Jo says I must post at least two blogs while we're here at Boat Harbour for a week. So this is the first. We haven't been here for some months, so I need to show you what happens when you stay away that long.
The grass grows long.
Ants invade the kitchen.
New shacks pop up like mushrooms.
A row of new poles appears along the top of the beach.
And gales of wind (a mini-tornado, we hear) wreak havoc around the place. Our BBQ, left on the deck in the hope that someone would steal it, was blown over, despite heavy steel plates and a boulder on top to keep the lid on. Good thing it didn't blow through the glass doors.
But our problems were miniscule compared to what happened to the desirable (in situation, anyway) End Shack.
I guess that's the price you pay for having the most exposed site in the whole place.
Quite a few trees felt the force of the storm as well, though the damage was very localised, supporting the idea of a small twister.
But even on the third day of winter it's still lovely to arrive here and find the place warm and snug. With the fire on downstairs, and the gaps in the bathroom louvre windows blocked with newspaper, it is very cosy. Just right for our books and the crossword.
It's starting to get gloomy even now at 3.30, and we've already had our walk around the beach (18 bird species, despite the gale). Soon it will be time to stoke up the fire, make something hearty for dinner and open a bottle of good Australian shiraz.
Wish you were here.
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