Zeus sends his thanks to everyone who asked after him. He’s almost back to his sparky best.
Meanwhile GW and I caught up on sleep, some chores and I battled the internet. My wonderful Telstra connection failed me at the worst possible time as I had an online meeting today. Thankfully there are places in Bundaberg with free wi-fi so I was late to the meeting, but I did get there! After a couple of reboots and some stern words from GW the connection came good late this afternoon. My iPhone has been handy for many things but I draw the line at posting blogs or even doing much in the way of emails on it. That dratted predictive texting leads to me offering all sort of things I’d rather not be caught doing…
So here we are in Bundaberg where the devastation of their recent floods is obvious in the battered jetties, tarpaulin covered roofs and the still empty shops. Stoic is the word which always springs to mind when I talk to people from places like this.
We have big plans to get to 1770 tomorrow (and no that doesn’t involve time travel!) My next book is set in a coastal town which I’ve invented quite close to the Agnes Water, Town of 1770 area so it will be wonderful to sail in and see if my memories of it come close. For tonight, though, we’re moored in the Burnett River watching a working waterway in action. Trawlers, fishermen and tugs all via for room alongside the Sugar Loading Terminal. It’s a reminder of the wonderful diversity and strength in rural Australia.