Our last night in Busselton was a bit eventful. There was thunder, there was lightning, maybe even a little bit of frightening, there was lots of wind and even more rain. I thought Noah was gonna knock on the door in search of a pair of feral children for the ark … but alas no.
It was still raining on pack up and blowing a gale. The piccy below of the ‘lake’, including resident ducks, is actually a piccy of the sports field. A huge amount of rain was dumped on poor Busselton and I expect that there’s still plenty heading Melbourne’s way in a few days.
The only casualty that we had due to the weather is wet mattresses. Not sopping wet, but wet enough that they need to be dried right out when we’ve got the chance.
