So I awake to find my brand new granddaughter smiling at me on my phone, thankfully which was set on: Do not disturb mode, as they were received at 3am........
The other members of the U.K. Campers Club, which we set up last night are off and so now feeling alone, we also depart so as to walk around the Matalanka Forest. As we do so, we think a month ago this place would have been so different, its fire damage is obvious and now the flood damage is equally obvious changing its nature completely. Apparently last week they had 18 inches of rain, per sq metre. We stop in the cafe and notice a sign 6ft above me when standing depicting the flood water level in 1997......... Onwards and a kilometre trek and we find Stevie's Hole, a swimming hole in the river running from the mineral springs, it's alive with Archer fish but closed for swimming, you guessed it, possible crocodiles........... We are watching some wild pigs scratching around Stevie's Hole when we are stealthily approached from behind by a young Kangaroo, which stays for a photo shoot until little miss J, screams out as something has just bitten her leg, being the sympathetic soul I am and having gone through a similar experience where I wanted the flying doctor service, I tell her to rub it better........
As we are walking back to the van, another squeal from miss J as well as a cicada, I trod on it..... but she has found a bright green tree frog, which appears to be slightly unwell, it's sitting out in the bright burning sunshine. It's picked up and kissed but turns into another me, so she kisses it again, it reverts back to a frog and is put under some shelter in the hope it recovers.......
Long drive tomorrow so book into campsite early, Horror of Horrors, we have no Red Wine, try to buy some but everywhere that can sell alcohol is shut until 2pm, local law..... I manage to wait until some time after 2pm before entering the local bottle shop, I enter and see a female sat playing with her phone, she has newly inked tattoos on her upper arm, half hidden from view by her dark short sleeved shirt, she looks across at me and our eyes lock on each other, neither one of us gives in, until I say, hi! She replies and looks back at her phone, I walk past her and notice whilst she appears slim, she is a bit bulky around her waist........ I walk around the shop and then come back to where the lone female is sat, I notice the red wine behind her and approach it, once again she locks eyes with me and says, "Do you have any identification on you" at the same time the word Police and the black and white checks on her hat, silently inform me not to be flippant with her. She explains, it's a spot check on anyone purchasing alcohol and to prevent alcohol abuse, in accordance with the local laws, whereby some people buy beer for other persons to consume, I advise her Its not for me, it's for Julie, which she says it's okay providing it's consumed on the campsite. I decide not to mention the fact that her, firearm, cuffs, utility pouch and radio, spoil her catwalk figure....
The other members of the U.K. Campers Club, which we set up last night are off and so now feeling alone, we also depart so as to walk around the Matalanka Forest. As we do so, we think a month ago this place would have been so different, its fire damage is obvious and now the flood damage is equally obvious changing its nature completely. Apparently last week they had 18 inches of rain, per sq metre. We stop in the cafe and notice a sign 6ft above me when standing depicting the flood water level in 1997......... Onwards and a kilometre trek and we find Stevie's Hole, a swimming hole in the river running from the mineral springs, it's alive with Archer fish but closed for swimming, you guessed it, possible crocodiles........... We are watching some wild pigs scratching around Stevie's Hole when we are stealthily approached from behind by a young Kangaroo, which stays for a photo shoot until little miss J, screams out as something has just bitten her leg, being the sympathetic soul I am and having gone through a similar experience where I wanted the flying doctor service, I tell her to rub it better........
As we are walking back to the van, another squeal from miss J as well as a cicada, I trod on it..... but she has found a bright green tree frog, which appears to be slightly unwell, it's sitting out in the bright burning sunshine. It's picked up and kissed but turns into another me, so she kisses it again, it reverts back to a frog and is put under some shelter in the hope it recovers.......
Long drive tomorrow so book into campsite early, Horror of Horrors, we have no Red Wine, try to buy some but everywhere that can sell alcohol is shut until 2pm, local law..... I manage to wait until some time after 2pm before entering the local bottle shop, I enter and see a female sat playing with her phone, she has newly inked tattoos on her upper arm, half hidden from view by her dark short sleeved shirt, she looks across at me and our eyes lock on each other, neither one of us gives in, until I say, hi! She replies and looks back at her phone, I walk past her and notice whilst she appears slim, she is a bit bulky around her waist........ I walk around the shop and then come back to where the lone female is sat, I notice the red wine behind her and approach it, once again she locks eyes with me and says, "Do you have any identification on you" at the same time the word Police and the black and white checks on her hat, silently inform me not to be flippant with her. She explains, it's a spot check on anyone purchasing alcohol and to prevent alcohol abuse, in accordance with the local laws, whereby some people buy beer for other persons to consume, I advise her Its not for me, it's for Julie, which she says it's okay providing it's consumed on the campsite. I decide not to mention the fact that her, firearm, cuffs, utility pouch and radio, spoil her catwalk figure....
So we retire to the van, pull the curtains and open the vino tinto and as its pay day we check the bank, Gulp, What, You are Kidding Me are some of the expressions I use before instructing her beside me to cut down on her vino intake....... I know I'll check with HMRC and see how my tax rebate is going...... Now you know when your speaking with someone on the phone who obviously can see they have messed up but does not want to admit to it, that is how my conversation goes with a nice, getting nicer by the minute, in between ums, errs and aha's and he will now get in touch with the team dealing with me and get them to phone Australia on a Saturday morning. Best we have a drink.........
Poorly Froggie
Archer Fish
Kangaroo 007
