29 August, 2025 07:40

The view outside through a dirty window. All others curtained from overnighters. Lots of motorhomes. Last evening in dangerous winds a Tasmanian motorhome couple lit a fire, angsting me out with ideas of mass exodus, bottlenecked while fire rages, or smoke caught in the van. The smoke blew the other way, however – all over and perhaps into the caravan neighbour on their other side. Clueless.

I’m not used to bad neighbours on the road. Had them when stuck renting. But out here the pleasures can be destroyed in a second. It’s a lucky unlucky dip.

Quite cold this morning. Just what I want. And the motorhome neighbours didn’t start a morning fire. Bonus.

UPDATE 9.50AM

And so they’re gone. One caravan remains.

Left in the bush alone in silence but for the stirring of birds and the whispering of my thoughts.

10.05AM

So goes the caravan.

3.50PM

Good shower in situ, and quite a long day painting. Not the wind forecast, so the works didn’t blow away. Apart from a few cars in and out had the place all to myself.

Shared lunch with a young currawong who had a sweet plaintive weal, a satin bower bird and briefly one of his harem.

Found water for showers and probably drinking, and the proper walking track to the lake which goes by a splendid lakey stream. Was hard to pick through the bush at first,vthen it went full blast fabulous.

No one else here, as I write.