Mr Fixit deep in concentration with red connector in his mouth
Almost finished
Reading (to the critters)
Feeding Skip the right food
Hi All,
If it wasn’t for writing the blog we wouldn’t know what day it is. Even saying this we often check with each other and often we are both wrong! A milestone, day 400, it wasn’t so long ago I recall Simon commenting on our 300th day doesn’t seem that long ago....
Amazingly, I managed to get some sleep last night, actually better than expected considering the gale force winds overhead and the crashing of the waves less than 50 metres away. Once during the night Simon ventured out to re-cover the kitchen as the tarp had blown off, we were woken by the crash of the 5kg camp oven landing on the ground (it had been anchoring the tarp). Being cast iron I expected some damage but thankfully it was fine.
As Simon strode off for his morning constitutional I suggested he take the fly-spray as I had observed the long drop to be infested by dozens of small flying critters when I checked it out yesterday. My plan was he would dispatch the critters and I could then have the use of a bug free dunny. The dunny turned out to be worse than expected and after a dose a fly-spray a swarm rose from the pit and Simon ran out screaming, right I am exaggerating. Simon advised the second long drop was the preferred option I followed his suggestion. We didn’t determine what the critters were, not interested in having a second look either!
Deterred by the weather, black skies and ferocious winds we decided not to climb Mt William. 5 hours of wet clothes was not particularly enticing. We drove in to Musselroe Bay for a look see instead; another iconic Tasmanian holiday town. Actually can you call a location a town if it doesn’t have a shop? We walked around the bay and drove down every street (all 5 of them) then we had a look at “Top Camp” and decided our camp was probably the nicest.
I made lunch of toasted wraps with salmon, tomato, onion and cheese, every move eagerly watched by a wallaby, no 2, no 3, it is hard to cook under pressure so clear off Skip. Clearly other visitors have not taken heed of the signs “Do not feed the wildlife” as these guys are tame enough to stroke. I can see why people feed them they are cute and they do have that doe eyed look about them, actually I found the answer break of a new branch from the acacias that they seem to like and give it to them. That brought me a few minutes.....
After lunch I continued reading my book Space (by James A Mitchener) and Simon made repairs to the internal front light of the Paj, it has been kaput tor a while. I must admit (don’t tell Simon) that I am impressed by his ability to fix every small problem we have had on the road. Initially I had begrudged the space taken up by the triplets his 3 identical tool boxes; 1 for mechanical, 1 for electrical and 1 for chemical. Today’s job required the used of his small gas powered soldering iron. Ahh on review of the picture above I notice he has some small red component held in his mouth, just like a third hand (particularly for keys see day 48 25th August 2010).
I went for a wander returning to find Simon reading (The Last Pope by Luis Miguel Rocha) to the Skippys. Tea was roast potatos and carrots, broccoli and KANGAROO, from the IGA. No we haven’t resorted to hunting yet.
Blog typed up for posting sometime. Now for movie time something from our DVD collection.
Night All
Susan
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