As I write this from my van it’s raining outside. We’re camped on the edge of a lagoon near Gunbower Island in Victoria and the sky is grey. There’s no sunshine and who knows what the next 24 hours will bring. That’s the unpredictability of nature and, indeed, of life. The heat disappeared an hour ago and made way for persistent summer rain.
But I’m not complaining, far from it. It’s the second weekend in a row since lockdown ended we’ve been out and about in our Journey. How could anyone complain about this view?
When it comes to camping, and the weather, you get what you get. From one moment to the next, life is changeable, unpredictable and all we can do is roll with it.
It was the same last weekend when we travelled to South Gippsland, just for the night. 24 Hours in Port Albert, that’s the…
View original post 854 more words
