Australia
has let us down. We’ve had two, nearly three days of high winds and tonight the
weather really went berserk and rained. Not the soft, pattering sort of rain we
often get in Britain, but full on throw-it-down rain.
Yesterday
I went for a walk along the beach where it wasn’t so bad; I still didn’t need a
jacket. But the two viewing platforms overlooking the sea were something else –
I hung on to the railing for fear I would be blown over the edge, and the wind
was either bending my spectacles or threatening to tear them off my face depending
which direction I turned my head. When I came home, the lenses were coated with sqalt spray so thick I could barely see. I hate to think what it would have done to my contacts.
Today, before the wind picked up in strength, which is usually does around ten or eleven o'clock,
we got really brave – or mad, whichever you choose to think – and cycled over
to Blackhead Village where there is a small clutch of shops and a rather nice library. Cycling
wasn’t too bad going – I coped with all the uphill bits and loved the downhill
bits and enjoyed the level bits. Even managed to navigate two parked cars and a roundabout! We bought lamb chops, pork chops, sausages and
frozen prawns at the butcher's shop to see us through the week and paid a phenomenal price for it
all.
But then, we don’t usually buy so much all at one time…and would probably have paid a similar price in
England. We’ve learned not to buy meat at Australian supermarkets because although
it looks good, for some strange reason it doesn’t have a lot of taste. We tried
chicken with a smoky barbecue sauce first, and looked at each other in
puzzlement because we couldn’t taste chicken. Bacon is especially bland. We ate
the lamb chops this evening, and they were good and tasty. Cycling back was tough because all the downhill burs turned into uphill buts - which I walked!
