Traffic on the Westgate

A 8.35 Tuesday morning, washing the breakfast dishes while the others have gone for a walk around the lake. A few dishes left from our supper of damper that Tal and I made on the fire last night, was very nice too. Jarra in his orange pyjama top hopping like a kangaroo behind Helen, imitating the ones we saw from our window first thing this morning. Tuned into 774 and the traffic report came on. It is quite surreal hearing about all the congestion on Melbourne’s roads whilst being so far removed from it, but also having been in the midst of it for so many years. Although when you are in the middle of the Monash in a jam, tuned into the same radio station as out here, it is just another day and I suppose you make the most out of your circumstances. Had our dinner around the fire spoilt by a fairly heavy but brief shower of rain which had us moving inside and onto the beanbags, the first rain we have seen for quite a few weeks.