Day 90 Tuesday 8/9/20 Darlington Beach, patchy cloud 22
A rather lazy day. Woody shops early and I lie in trying to finish a good book.
El Prado drives us up to Red Rock. We have an ice cream in the park overlooking the inlet. The caravan park is about three quarters full. They’re trading nicely.
A & P ring from home and they’re very depressed about the lockdown. As they speak there is a council worker out front of their house booking a windsurfer. I would have thought that to be a socially distanced activity. A has been asked to move on when talking at a distance to friends in a park. Madam Secretary rings at happy hour she too is at her wits end.
Talking to friends and family at home is difficult. We feel guilty for being away, safer, having fun and friends to share good times with. To hear our loved ones at home sounding so desperate it’s heartbreaking. Every phone call ends with “Whatever you do, don’t come home, we can’t see you anyway.”
itchingforhitching 
It’s all getting a bit miserable, isn’t it?
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A year like no other and no instruction manual 😉
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Please write one ….
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1. Be prepared to learn about your coping skills!
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😉
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Oh dear
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Keep smiling and enjoying whatever freedom you can.
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And thankful for every sunrise.
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Goes without saying!
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Take your friends advice and stay away from Dan Land.
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Don’t feel guilty for being clever enough and having the circumstances to allow you to travel to northern NSW when you could.
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With your blog you’re giving them another window to look through.
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Thanks that helps.
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