Our house...

Well the barge finally arrived. It got to Flinders on Tuesday night, but there was an absolute gale blowing, winds up to 100km and hour, and it couldn't come across to Cape Barren. So it sat at anchor at Lady Barron for two days waiting for the weather to improve. Finally I heard it coming in on Thursday morning about 9. And the guys unloaded our stuff about midday. It was all loose boxes in a container, we had though it would be on a pallet...which would have made it easier to get to the house because the forklift could have just pick it up and then left it in the garage.

As it was we had to get most of it ourselves, with the truck.

Unpacking took us most of Thursday night, and Friday. WE had to hold off with the unpacking on Thursday cause it was Calcutta night at the Hall. They had a BBQ, with Wallaby mince hamburgers (yum!) and lettuce that the kids grew in the community garden

Unfortunately I managed to sink the black on my second shot, so that was me out. Mauro also got beaten in his very first game. Oh well. It was a bitterly cold night too. I kept my new red parka on all night along with gloves and fleecy scarf.

Things in the clinic have been pretty busy too. Got some deliveries of stuff I had ordered, all very exciting. First Doctors day on Thursday, it went pretty well I thought, only one late person and one no show. The Dr was itching to get out of there because evidently there were a few people sick on Flinders she needed to look at.

There have been a few more mishaps with the car. Mauro went looking for some pieces of wood and stuff at the tip so that he can build our garden beds, and he got bogged. Couldn't work out how to use the 4 wheel drive and the diff lock. So L had to come and pull him out with one of the forklifts. The I got stuck too, after going over a log.

Then the next day we discovered that somewhere during that time we had gotten a puncture. The lovely L to the rescue again.

Ayways, we went off driving again today. Freezing cold day, but clam and quiet as anything. We drove down to the Pebble beach ad collected some rocks for the path that Mauro is making, then drove back the other way and down this side track through some amazing rick formations. Great colours too. But I forgot to take my camera, so It will have to wait for next week for pictures.

So we drove back through the Corner and took Rooks river road along the other side of the Island, down through Prickly Bo9ttom, where F lives...named so because of all the Tea Tree's that grow to about bum height. Prickles your bottom. (Nah, its because a bottom is a flat area or valley). Cheeky!!!

Very nice spot. So we drove through there and down to an abandoned shack on the beach...water was so calm, and it was completely silent. Only sounds were us walking and talking and the occasional bird. Although once I heard a wallaby thump away into the bush.

Mauro wants to go back there and try his luck fishing.

There was also the most amazing piece of wood there, long dead tree all gnarled and twisted in the most amazing shapes, and the salt water and exposure had polished it and carved it. It would make a lovely piece of something...