Wet, wet Wednesday

Although last night’s storm abated in the morning it wasn’t long before the village was shrouded in dense cloud and heavy rain again. It was fascinating watching the cloud roll up from the valley below and creep across the grass plain in front of our chalet. Out one window it was dense grey and out the other side it was clear. But not for long. Soon no other buildings could be seen at all.

We decided to light the fire and after our morning quiz test from the Age newspaper we all hunkered down with books, needlework and sudoku puzzles. The rain was really torrential, at times beating hard on the windows and the tin roof. We were all happy. The men poked and prodded the fire between reads and we just enjoyed the luxury of nothing to do but read ( and maybe eat!).

Kim had brought her travel watercolours and I demonstrated the techniques I had picked up at my workshop at Horsham in January.

Soon it was lunch and the clouds were lifting with the rain easing to mizzle. We noticed a few intrepid hikers but decided every track would be muddy and slippery and hardly enticing.

Kim, David and I opted for a short undulating walk around the village until the rain restarted. It was a refreshing break and meant we had walked everyday since we arrived.

Dinner at the Ramada restaurant that night was delicious and a suitable farewell celebration as we were leaving very early the next morning to be back for appointments in Melbourne.

We returned home, packed ready for a quick departure the next morning and fell into bed. It has been a wonderful circuit breaker for all of us. Fresh mountain air, time to really catch up and lots of laughs. I love this place- shame it is such a distance but perhaps that is the reason it is so peaceful!

Coming down the mountain this morning just as the sun started to wash over Mt Buffalo was spectacular. It was about two degrees!