The coldest Winter in twenty years or so. I think I am starting to ever-so-slightly go around the bend. Weird things are happening to our batteries – our charging station in the boat, the car batteries. Stuff is on the fritz. Nevertheless, here is a photographic journey of a day in the boatyard – beginning with a shot of an old truck outside the farm in Baxter where I sometimes go to buy the fruit and veg. The car battery died and I was waiting for M to come and rescue me (leaving the Smalls to their own devices for forty whole minutes – they revelled in it – tidied the boat on their own! Bizarre….)

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The day was so miserable and full of rain – it didn’t really let up until the late afternoon, when I kicked myself and the Smalls outside, to take the air before dinner and darkness rolled in…

Four birds

The wattle is blooming…

Wattle Girl

They took me on a tour of all their secret hiding places…

Running...

Small Z and I looked down.
“Take a photo of the grass, mama. It’s beautiful. Like fairy grass…”

"Take a photo of the beautiful grass..."

We passed M in shed-land on our way back toward dinner… He built that little white boat on the left out of layers of refrigeration foam, carved it into shape. It’s heavy. It’s unsinkable. It’s called iFoam. It will be our transport between our home and the shore – reliable and robust.

The shed where he builds the stuff.

The sun was on its way down…putting on a bit of a show.

Sundown...

And back to check on dinner – see the rainclouds getting ready again?

Dinner.

I have been trying to do a lot of outside cooking (often under an umbrella) to stop steaming up the boat – because in the coldest hours of the very early mornings, all that steam ends up as water… on every single wall…