15 March, 2026 06:51

In-van view.

Includes matters of how I live. Sliding van windows and locks, water outlet that I don’t use but see continually, bollards, a towel instead of a curtain: easier to peg up, dries the towel, and saves the curtain.

6.57 AM

Had a good sleep. Lovely. One interruption at 2.30 with a new arrival but didn’t trigger awakeness. Cool to chilly. With the late vehicle, three in total.

Overcast morning.

To do today: clean van for service and rego check tomorrow. After that, all going well, wait a couple of days for a downlight (new one over the table) to be delivered, supposed to have a doctors appointment but the bloke didn’t bother to look at all my glucose efforts and data and I have little respect for him, and then probably back up to the tablelands.

More Moruya life:

Above at 8 AM. View cooking breakfast.

1.30 PM

Washed the car again, water only, at the shower spot – the van had streaks all over it from yesterday’s cheap wash – but showered at the pool. Decided not to go to Batemans Bay because of fuel and wear and tear, just to wash it again.

Did clothes washing, then came here to riverside and, again, hand washed the car,cthis time with disinfectant cleaner. Should get greasy shit off. Cleaned the cabin too, for rego check and service tomorrow.

Feels much better to get the freshness into the vehicle, my little home.

3.42 PM

At Waldrens and finished chores for the day. Been productive with little bits and pieces. Charged two drill batteries for installing the inverter, folded clothes, made the bed, shirts in a new spot in the side compartment giving more space, sewed up the holes in new shorts from nuisance keys catching and tearing (the shorts won’t last long), transferred 30 for panicky aussie bb, and again some reorganisation. Good day to stop the task niggles.

One van, same one, at the top, a car visiting, and no one else. Was alone when I got here.

If it’s quiet it’ll be a nice night.

4.13 PM

Two vehicles around me. One old codger (like me) in a car, lovely guy, homeless by the sounds, in front, doing it tough but not complaining, pommy accent detectable, and a big motorhome taking up the whole bay spots. Pretty busy for the hour.

8.40 PM

Fucking dickhead banging his car door 100 times, walking talking right next to me, hasn’t set up their roof tent yet. Unbelievable. Tourist with a foreign accent. They just don’t care.

And where is this music again? Same fucking music, loud and disturbing. Same as last night but I got to sleep between sets.

This is tough. I’ve heard it here before. Comes after I’ve settled down and is dark. Maybe a house nearby. But it destroys the place.