Dubbin da boots.

It’s been a soggy Easter Sunday but we’ve managed to do a few things. Boots were cleaned while the sun shined and then the house was cleaned when the rain started. We made pumpkin soup and Ben took some to a mate’s house. When the showers stopped briefly, Jazz got a walk through town, past the busy pub and further down the road. Easter’s the last of the big weekends before things quiet down for winter. Today the pub has a small damp village of campers in the grounds and a row of wet cars in the new parking area. The highway has provided some interesting viewing: rain-soaked motorcyclists, muddy four-wheel drives and even an early 1900’s vintage car with driver, passenger and, for some reason, the roof down. Full credit to anyone willing to pilot an underpowered vintage car on its four skinny tyres over these mountain passes, in the rain. And full credit to anyone willing to ride an overpowered motorcycle on its one skinny and one fat tyre over these mountain passes, in the rain. I did what I always do in the rain, cleared downpipes, and the water tank is full to the brim. Not only was it wet but also very cold, both outside and inside the house – nothing that an extra layer of clothing couldn’t fix. Hope you all had a happy Easter. JH (posting from Little Plains lookout).