A POOR Bunyip takes off for the bush and what happens? Summer not only vanishes, temperatures drop to the sort of levels that carried off poor Captain Scott and his companions. The other day, after a few fleeting bouts of wamth and feeble sunshine, the thermometer registered a dawn temperature in the negatives. Oh,and there was snow! Yes, lashings of sleet that scummed up everything, turned the campsite into a bog, made firewood hard to find and, worst of all, eroded the good-natured stoicism essential to happy camping. A day or two of bad weather, that can be coped with. But endless grey days of soaked misery and blue fingers? Bugger that for a joke.
Yesterday it all got too much to bear. The tent came down, the gear was stowed and the bonnet was turned toward Melbourne, where it is only a little warmer but the sheets are clean and the roof doesn't leak.
Until things warm up, which is supposed to happen over the weekend, expect a few more posts. After that, things will go quiet once again at the Billabong when an interrupted vacation is resumed.