13 February, 2026 17:02

Unbelievably tired. Excellent sleep, a Jucy van arrived during the night and I never heard them, waking at 3.15AM. Lovely and chilly. Terrific with coffee and NYT.

Shower at the river spot, sth side. Then dropped Luke’s Invasion into storage – even a book is overcrowding – then to Batemans Bay and Bunnings for containers for rearranging.

So I removed the rain flap I made and haven’t used (fabulous thing though) and stuffed a pathway container into two underbed containers. Much neater.

I have to work out a way to make the table and chair easy to grab, and hassle-free stored.

Strange how I take a long time to actually see what’s going on, what’s being used and what’s not. So much is for emergencies but in the way and a hassle Better now.

Had a blood test at Moruya.

Currently at Riverside Park, which is full of obnoxious holiday makers in motorhomes and buses and caravans. Horrible but tge shade from sun is welcome as is the grass instead of always gravel or bitumen.

Worried about the Pests of Waldrens Swamp coming down. Be a gift if they dont. I’m not waiting around in the rest area just for them to arrive and me move out away from them.

Might check later after dinner.

I didn’t want to be caught in Moruya tonight but being dangerously tired, making mistakes, I was unable to decide on what else to do.

7.25 PM

Could fluke this. It’s quiet. Mo loud music like before and hopefully doesn’t happen. Everyone well behaved. And the big deal is: mo highway noise.

If this keeps up I might get a good sleep.

7.45 PM

Couldn’t last. A motorbike tore through the area disturbing everyone, extremely noisy. Hurling past people in vehicles relaxing and behaving themselves. Major muffler noise probably on purpose. A hoon prick.

So he stops next to my car and yells through his helmet. “Any chance you can move your car forward a bit mate ” he points to where the car is, “I ride through here.”

As if he can’t go around me!!!

“Everyone is trying to relax mate.”

“It’s daytime (actually getting dark). Can you move your car forward?”

“No mate”

“Are you going to he a smart arse are ya?”

Seriously maladapted.

He asked cranky again and I couldn’t believe it. “,Tough shit mate”

“Yeah tough shit” he accused me and rode straight over to the aboriginal camp, no doubt about me. He had dark skin. He then rode away and is gone.

So what happens now? Blackfellas cone and attack at night?

I mean, fuck. Have a look at all the space he had. And he wanted me to move my car, and got nasty cranky aggressive because I wouldn’t.

8.10 PM

Out of bed, packed up and leaving. I don’t want to. It’s lovely here.

8.37 PM

At Waldrens Swamp. The nasty stupid little prick has ruined a quiet rest for me. He didn’t stop anywhere else. Who the fuck is he to ask people to move their cars? Have a look at the space he had. It’s like I’m cursed. Took these photos before I left. Too dangerous for me to stay – the only one out of 20 or 30 vehicles.

Now I just need The Pests to turn up. It’s the Friday Threat all over again.

I need a good day tomorrow and an undisturbed sleep. About 5 vehicles here. A talker nearby. Very noisy highway. Prick.