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Taken about 4 AM out the open window of the van, looking north.

Asleep about 8.40PM and not disturbed. Back down the coast today. Not something I really want to do. Waldrens has been pretty horrible lately.

9.20 AM

Leaving Brooks Hill, heading east. Very nervous about this mechanic tomorrow.

7.40 PM

Arrived Batemans Bay about 11.30AM I think. Cleaned out a cupboard, washed the car, had a council shower.

Got to Waldrens about 3PM. Been looking out for the pests ever since. In front of a caravan so a ute, motorhome up his arse and a monstrosity motorhome just arrived to the side. All quiet though, so far.

Settled in, so hopefully a good sleep and successful day at the mechanic tomorrow. The big worry.

Night mode, converting frst hints of light.just now to its own creation.

Embarrassed For The Matildas

I’m driving through old parliament house region and see the Matildas prompted on the National Portrait Gallery and drive around for ten minutes getting a park. I walk 400m and enter.

The paintings are in the dark.

I ask for directions to the Matildas exhibition because there are no signs inside.

I’m told at length how brilliant it is. Especially that it’s a video because they’re athletes and move around. Fuck me.

I walk past dark unviewable paintings and finally find the dark room. I walk out under ten seconds later.

To stupidly overcooked mystical music supposed to express rarification but screams WANK I watch Ellie Carpenter doing up her shoelaces in slow motion.

The fucking arseholes who made the video communicated nothing of Matilda. The arseholes used Matildas.

For a massive wank.

I couldn’t get out of the place quickly enough. 11.30AM.

Red Hill & Young Rugby

4.50 PM

Back at Brooks well over an hour, probably slept. Cold wind very overcast. Confused and uncertain. Have to go back to the coast tomorrow for mechanic appointment about which he’s not confident. I don’t like it at all.

Today went to Campbell and saw this oval I played on as a very young boy. Sideways.

Then up to Red Hill. There I met J who is a wonderful guy and we’ll hike some day. Views of the hospital and shops among others.

More fire threat dreams. But a food sleep and no disturbances.

Photo isvout the window towards the highway, my roofline. It’s dark in real life.

8.25 AM

It’s actually quite chilly. Love it. Very quiet in the rest area. No trucks and only one car stopping by.

6.35 PM

Back at Brooks. Lost day. Rudderless. Looked in various shops but resisted buying anything.

Lunch by the lake:

Very windy, dangerous driving here. Chilly, need trackies and blankets. Quiet so far. A large van up the top, might be last night’s. Could be another at the toilets, but sounds like little kids. Police drove out, wasn’t aware they’d come in, but heard a vehicle. Wind and cold and rain in the clouds might have lept the place quiet. Sun breaking through now. Fingers crossed it’s not a bad night.

How bizarre A woman mid to late forties, black top and trousers, small shoulder bag, not walking shoes, no coat, just walked out of toilet area, past the van and heading west beside the highway. 6.45PM.

Night mode, so in real life it’s still dark. Dreams of an approaching fire woke me up.

3.35PM

Back at Brooks Hill, blowing a gale. Possible thunderstorm but wild dangerous wind. Bad pn the coast apparently.

Interesting time at old parliament house, with a small The Dismissal exhibition.

This from Kerr to Whitlam is almost unbelievable.

7.50 PM Friday Night Fuckwits

First one, been here for forty-five minutes. Young fuckwit with a grumbling engine he’s left on. A comfort blanket and sound of an identity he dare not switch off lest he lose his manliness. Young girls with him.

He might’ve been here about 2AM one morning, which zi documented. Hangs around the toilets. His territory, a place where he comes to piss like a dog, comfort again, marking the known.

Some displays of aggression. Swearing, revving.

Sounds like two girls there, at least. One a very young child.

My bet is he’s back late tonight, to do it all over again.

Nearly an hour, now, of a noisy engine idling. Very loud, stressful.

What a nuisance.

8.10PM. Music going now. A kid ran out. Green top, black pants, three years old. Punk is swearing.

I was so worried about this tonight. This place, the toilets, it’s their hang out.

Turned up the music. Not good.

8.17 PM Two cars left. Not one. One a P Plater. Got photos. Might be travellers, one might be much older. Very strange. Extremely pleased they’ve gone.