First Camping Getaway for 2016 - Part 6 31 January 2016

I had slept well in my little tent - red wine does that.  When I peeked out the sun was shining and the river had gone.  Inside, the tent was dry but the annex was a mess.  There was about 50mm of leaf litter and other rubbish all across the mesh matting which forms my annex floor.  It was all wet and mucky.  I prepared my breakfast and provided the Lorikeets  with their own slice of fruit toast while I sat in the sun wondering what to do next.

Lorikeet breakfast.

Terry and Jenny told me that a group were going to ride to the Noosa Farmers' Market, about 12Km away, to see what they could buy and also have coffee.  The weather was dry so I decided to leave every thing to dry out a bit before packing up and went off with them.

At 7.00am about 14 of us did the ride and 14 of us regretted it.  The ride to the markets was good but as we locked up our bikes it began to rain heavily and didn't stop  until after lunch.  We all did a quick circuit of the market and decided to ride back to camp and pack up.

Terry helped me take down my annex and collapse the tent.  He was dressed in shorts with bare feet and I was in my cycling gear.  We were both saturated.  I told Terry that I would pack the trailer and that he and Jenny should go home.  Jenny was watching us from the passenger seat of their big RV.

Folding up the annex was a muddy job and I had to sweep the worst of the leaf litter from the annex floor. Soon every thing was packed away.  All the canvas was wet and dirty and so was I!

I got home at 1.00pm and received and indifferent welcome from Louis who loved my house sitter, Barbara.  Actually he had given her  a bad time by running away during Saturday night's storm.  She thought that he was terrified but he loves thunder and lightening and ran through the park and back to my dog walking friend Jo's house.  Barbara had driven around in the storm looking for Louis and was relieved when Jo walked him home on the lead.  The silly thing is that Barbara was leaving my house to go to dinner at Jo's.  Louis had gatecrashed the event and had turned up at Jo's front door, demanded entry and given her other guests a wet woolly welcome.  Dinner was delayed.

I pushed the trailer into my garage, unpacked everything and spread things out to dry.  I was able to erect the tent sufficiently to let it dry out.  Next I had a shower and put on some clean dry clothes.

Barbara gave Louis a farewell cuddle and left to go home about 2.00pm.

It had been an interesting few days.