Day 44 Friday 24/7/20 Wooli, wet 18
Rain of biblical proportions
What looked like rain tracking to the north of us has arrived. It’s so difficult to predict the weather of unfamiliar regions, we flick from weather app to weather app.
The showers are almost constant and though we’re on sandy sites the puddles grow. We all potter about indoors finishing books and dragging about in general. I ferret out the trusty gum boots.
We decide to have our happy hour upstairs all warm and dry in the Top Deck camp kitchen lounge. We chat with a staff member who is here on a 457 work visa from Birmingham who has fallen for Wooli and has applied to stay. Such incredibly different places.
What’d you say?
Woody is having problems with his ears and as we stand to leave he has balance problems. His hearing has almost completely gone. He sleeps for an hour, wakes disorientated then slowly comes good.