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Misty. Bungendore rest area, leaving today, probably.

UPDATE 6.43AM

Car’s going through the warm up ritual. Coffee, NYT, and leaving soon. Might aim for breakfast in Bungendore, perhaps mongrel but quick baked beans instead of all the time oats.

UPDATE 8.08AM

Cockatoo screeching loudly at Shoalhaven rest area for baked beans. Disconcerting trip in. Fog and urgent traffic and the bad roads and ever worse roadworks. I don’t really want to go to the coast, but 16 days at the Bungendore rest area is a limit, considering the constant traffic in and out of the “private” area. Very strange vibe about it.

Feeling unsettled all round.

UPDATE 4.35PM

Breakfast at Shoalhaven, good trip but for long delays and back in Batemans Bay.

Jaycar, Bunnings for additions and repairs, then to Moruya rest area but couldn’t abide the creep – exactly the same spot, done absolutely nothing. So I drove past and went to Moruya township instead.

Unfortunately, back to the one rest area one individual has ruined.

UPDATE 6.25PM

Seconds ago

Reflections

Yesterday was wonderful. Although thoroughly characterised by extended lasting horror of my life in Canberra, unique to it as with all other places, to raid memories at Regatta Point was deeply affecting. An existence I had known, revisited.

16 days of an eye bleed slowly getting better, I went inward specifically.

And it was so good to be away from the hillbilly ignorance of some people around here on the coast. Full of beautiful buildings, a visit to the exhibition of the Italian architect of my years in Canberra, such relief and pleasure. Quality, professional, sophisticated thought.

I missed it the minute I left.

First shave for days, and fully immersive shower since last Wednesday.

Then to Blundell’s Cottage and a lovely chat with the two very dedicated attendants who of course showed me through the historical building and landmark. I didn’t even think to get photos.

Lonsdale St is fabulous. I would have torn it up in my younger days.

Blundell’s Cottage To Lonsdale Street.

No adequate superlatives.

Main deal since the eye injection on Wednesday is to try to ensure dust especially, and water and anything else, doesn’t get in the eye.

Just have to play extremely safe and wait it out.

The winds up here are abominable. I hate them with a passion, each day. Thoroughly disconcerting and relentlessly bruising my attention.

My eyesight has improved and I can read smaller characters now, if the gunk flicks or swings or slides out of the way.

I’m afraid I’ll have the willow branches for months, which is a depressing thought.

At this stage I think I’ll stay up, closer to the hospital if needed, and go back Sunday.

Strange events at 1AM last night. A car pulled in and idled noisily for over an hour. Another one accompanying, I later found out. Something most unusual going on.

I got dressed, shoes on, in case.

Not tonight, please. I need to heal.

The car’s lights turned on and off irregularly.

The feeling near the lake was foul.

Then up Mt Ainslie after checking out Wakefield Ave where the fire pharmacy was, and then around the front where Mark and I got lollies and fireworks andzero farther along, Friday fish and chips from the Greeks.

Philip shops and offices and residences to which I walk from the hospital, taken from Mt Ainslie, 100X zoom.

And this?

Back at Bungendore now and hoping for an uneventful night.