HAVE BEEN HEARING OF VALLA BEACH CAFÉ FOR MONTHS. Couldn’t work out what my friends were raving about. It was always just the little store and none too flash at that. Nevertheless, I trust their judgement and so I took a look today. Now – that is one good café and at front are two very fine and solid benches.
The sun is shining again today after yesterday’s bleakness. Before I get to sitting and yaaning, I am going to do some hair washing and then I shall be back for a seat in the sun and a bit of a look at some pictures. See you in a bit.
10.35 am. Hair done. Washing out. Now for a photo and a story.
Australia ‘suffered’ through years of drought. Seems so far away now that I don’t even recall which years they were. They were a grand time for the doom merchants just as this wet time is now. For me, I was mostly living with a lot of water. Fair smack in the middle of the Suffering Drought, came the 1 in a 1000 years storm at Bilambil.
I was high up on the Hill and newly moved into the Cottage. I didn’t like the look of the weather in the afternoon so I asked a few casual questions of the Landords who assured me the Cottage had never flooded. The thing I was uneasy about was that I was part way down a slope and had a retaining wall behind me. No worries. I had been ‘reassured’.
Just for Caution’s sake, I turned off the power before bed. During the night, a lap-lap roused me from dreams and I felt a sensation which I hadn’t experienced since the early 70s at sea on the Utiekah III.
Morning came and the remnants of the night are in the Photo. Doonahs and towels and any other soakable item. I used them as sandbags along the back wall. Shoes floated off. Carpets changed colour. So much for drought.
They called it a 1 in 1000 year storm but it wasn’t. It was just the start. I have been glad the whole way through that my house wasn’t at Currumbin and didn’t wash down the hill and into the pool which housed the big Salty Crocodile at the Animal Sanctuary. Some houses did.