It's that time of year again (apparently). With the cyclone (see
earlier post) came the rain, and with the rain came the rising of the river. Wilson's River peaked at just under 10 metres, cutting us off from nearby towns and villages. The wind hurled several trees to the ground, narrowly (and in some cases not) missing sheds and houses. We lost power for three days, which also meant no pumped water ... But hey, it poured from the sky so that was not really an issue ...
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| Between Sunday and Tuesday the river rose sharply |
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| A fig tree fell on our neighbour Rick's shed (photo by Grace Westera) |
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| And another one just skimmed his house (photo Grace Westera). Rick was OK though. |
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| Boatharbour Road could well be ... just Boatharbour? |
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| 50: no, no ... |
All in all it took about five days for relative normality to return. No real harm done here other than perished food in the freezer ("Happy Days!" sang the dogs ... Om nom nom!!!) and two of our horses became ill with some sort of mud fever, perhaps stress related. But they're a lot better now.
John and I were fine and used our camping stove to cook, candles and solar to provide light ... we relaxed and read books, and since there was no internet we even did a jigsaw puzzle ... :-)
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