I’m a bit over this!

 Arise to the sound of rain – not a new sound – the same old sound of rain on canvas – even the nerves of the experienced and dedicated caravanlutians next door seem to be fraying – a terse word between the partners – everything is wet - you didn’t close the car door – yes I did – no you didn’t. The sound of neighbours moving on – we can hear them saying “might as well head back to Sydney now – it is not going to get any better here today” –

We sit – we dive for the ablutions block between showers – the showers ease – perhaps they are stopped – any potential for them to stop completely is totally eliminated when Bernie hangs washing on the outside line – she re-emerges at the caravan door as the rain returns – “I think I am a bit over this!” – She says.

It will be better at Iluka! – We look up the weather forecast - we are not happy campers!

We remember the advice of the experienced campers – “you must learn to relax” they said – we settle down – more writing – more needlework – more absorbing the exploits of Joshua Slocomb – he has now left Australia and waxing lyrical about the Keeling and Cocos Islands.

The departing caravanlutians were both right and wrong in their forecast of the intentions of the weather gods – the clouds remained the favourite of the weather gods and they were allowed empty their bladders as they saw fit! – The clouds were however gracious enough to provide a modicum of warning to the mortals below enabling us to sneak a look at the Anzac march, exercise a quick stroll around the retail centre of Port Macquarie, visit the town beaches and drive around the streets of inner Port Macquarie.

What is that? – The Charles Sturt University campus in Port Macquarie – another testament to the irrationality that can sometimes result from the deliberations of otherwise rational minds.

The high winds then transported in a set of clouds that had spent an evening of alcohol fuelled debauchery which had clearly overcharged their bladder – we headed for sanctuary of the van – I am a bit over this!

Barb Strand’s advice echoes in my head again - “you must learn to relax!” – We try again – more needlework – the needlework is set aside – the iPad disgorges the news of the world, the trivia of Facebook community, and the pins of Pinterest - the personal email communications of friends intermixed with unsolicited communications from every entity with which we have ever had a commercial transaction – for some reason or other we cannot be bothered to find the unsubscribe link at the bottom of their electronic missives – we promise ourselves we will do it later!

Joshua Slocomb reaches the Rodriquez Islands – he feels like his privations are almost over!