Emergency leggings

Today was a rest day. If we were in any doubt that this was the right decision, the weather confirmed that this was the right call. After T shirts yesterday, it was back to wearing two coats. Julie went to work and we got up slowly. Eventually we heaved our weary frames into the car and travelled to the nearest shopping mall. It was indoors. It was dry. It was warm. We could have been anywhere in the world. But we weren't. We were in Australia. That was good enough for us today. We took a long time over coffee, googling possible adventures over the next couple of days when we will be in Sydney. 

We left the coffee shop shortly before taking root and headed back. 

The rain eased. We took the window of opportunity to go for a walk up the local creek. My cousin came down this creek a few days ago and spotted a metre long snake so we were extra vigilant, half hoping we would and half hoping we wouldn't spot one. We were also aware of the Magpies, which are in their breeding season, so particularly keen on dive-bombing passers by. As it was, the only creatures to make their presence known, was a large number of goats, who came to their boundary fence to observe our progress along the creek path.

For this walk, not only did we wear double coats and walking boots but Kate wore her emergency leggings. Again. Kate chucked her full-on leggings into her case at the last minute before leaving home, just because there was space in her case. She didn't count on wearing them at all, let alone nearly everyday. We are re-thinking our impression of Australia being an arid, red earthed and parched land dotted with scrub and bush. I'm sure a lot of it is like that, but we sure haven't seen it. This land is lush and verdant. It could almost be the lake district...

When Julie returned from work, we went to get pizza from town. We ordered them then sat down until they were ready to take away. The cook cane out with them and I held my hands out to take the boxes. But no. He made me stand before handing them over. I wondered why until I took hold of them. I'm not sure that I would have been able to stand whilst holding the boxes. How many pizzas, you ask? Two. 

Pizza was followed by cards, which has become an evening rite. Kate and I lost, as usual. 

As I write this, Kate is watching a programme about fishing. I worry about her sometimes.

Tony and Julie are relentlessly Welsh
Serious pizza 
Serious cards

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