We made our shortest ever visit to the shack on Friday; we were only there for about 18 hours! But it was important to see our new windows before we leave. We were very pleased with the job that Jarrod Poke has done: neat joinery and a tidy worker, so there was little mess to clear up.
Despite a gloomy weather forecast it stayed fine for our trip up on Friday arvo, and remained very pleasant for the early part of Saturday morning, which gave me the opportunity to cut the forest, sorry I mean grass, while Jeannie dusted inside. I was nearly finished when Jeannie rushed out mouthing words I couldn't hear with my ear muffs on, and brandishing the binoculars. A whale! A Southern Right Whale, we think, just past the far point on the Table Cape side, heaving its tail out of the water and crashing it down in a mass of spray. We watched it for quite a while before it moved off eastwards.
Then just time for a coffee on the deck, before jumping into the car and heading south, since the Mortons were coming to dinner. As we drove south, listening to the Grand Final on the radio, the sky over Campbelltown got pitchy black and we drove into a fantastic hailstorm. The road was quickly white and the noise so loud that we couldn't hear the radio at all (and there are distinct chips on the paintwork!). Thunder and lightening too, before we drove out of the other side.
The weather hasn't finished with us either, since a violent southerly gale blew up in the night with torrential rain, several trees down and the creeks all running bankers. Roll on those balmy days in San Antonio!
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