Big Thirsty Aussies

What has been happening here.... well lets see.... rain. Oh yes, and cold. We enjoyed a good (but cold) visit to Aunty Jo's place: fire, footy and f(ph)ase 10. Oh... and 2 kilos of jelly beans and liquorice all-sorts. Oh and cheese and crackers, and chips, and cabanosi and.... On the home front, lots and lots of rain. The muddy creek however, does make the pelicans look brighter:   Here are some shots of the surf in the bay (keeping in mind it is usually quite flat): and we will leave you here with young master Dwight awake again as the house is too warm to hibernate-gotta keep the fire going.... (Michelle and  Barb- I intentionally did not say burning so there is no need to sing here).

We pick up in the life of our hero where we last left him. The mother Gaforady dragon is poised to dive and tear the unconscious Logorian into food for her new hatchling (the last of this regal line). Can the young prince wake and save himself? He is the last hope for the kingdom of Coochlia, and all hope lies upon him to befriend the remaining dragons as much needed allies in the war against the Trougopians. Suddenly up over the edge of the nest rises the red head of.... OOPS sorry bout that wrong story. Right now where were we... ah yes July, and the winter school break.  All has been good here except the wind, and it has not been good. Indeed it has been the polar opposite of good. Fortunately we only lost power once for 3-4 hours, there are some now going on their fourth day in the dark.  Parts of our lovely Shoalhaven were actually declared a National Disaster Area (that makes 2 we have been in during the past month- see previous post). This is the "Sydney 43" th...

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip.... Our  adventure as part of the "Mooral Creek 9" Ok let's go camping at Mooral Creek for Fish's 50th  sounds good, may rain (always does when we camp) no big deal. Early departure from home Sat a.m. drop girls at Pete and Kylies place in Newcastle, take Pete with us and head for the countryside outside Wingham.  Tent erected and ready to go (other than being wet from the rain pouring in as we set up). and the day progressed (or perhaps digressed): the chair was just not made to hold 3 people! And the speech that set the wheels of fate turning.....                                            Sunday Morning View from the verandah at breakfast  Sunday saw the departure...