12/10/21 Terrible Weather: Coffin Bay

Roger continues to place great faith in the weather forecast.

"We're lucky to be in a cabin", he said.  "It's going to rain all day today: miserable weather!"  He packed himself up to walk to IGA as I knuckled down to work.  "At least we've got a separate bedroom," he said.  "I can hole up in there while it's raining and you work."

The poor man had a hard time of it out in the terrible weather, sending me pictures of what he had to put up with:

Terrible weather as forecast by the BoM.

By the time I finished work every single cloud had gone from the sky, so we went out walking on the bits of the Oyster Trail that we hadn't walked on yesterday.

Maybe there was something in the BoM forecast after all.  The wind changed and clouds streamed into the sky.  "See?" he cried.  "Terrible weather is coming!"

The local goannas had not read the weather forecast and were content to spend their time sitting in the sun where it splashed across the path.

As the wind rose we saw five pelicans out to play in the current above the bay.  Ok, I know there are only three pelicans in this picture: it is very hard to capture five pelicans having fun in the wind.  These three were flying in effortless formation.

After watching the pelicans for much longer than we had planned, we sat and ate our fish and chips at the town jetty, harassed by silver gulls.  One large and bossy gull insisted that it should have any and all of our scraps and went about beating up any other gulls that disagreed.  We fed all our scraps to the other gulls and watched Mr Bossy Boots approach apoplexy as he tried to control everyone else; and served him right too.

Sitting on the couch and watching TV (a rare pleasure after days in the tent) Roger pricked up his ears.  "What's that?" he asked.  "I hear a rumbling!  Hark! Is it thunder?"

He gathered his toiletries preparatory for a shower (our cabin doesn't run to the luxury of its own shower and toilet, we must away to the ablutions block to meet these needs) and stepped outside.  Thirty seconds later he was back.

"It's a thunderstorm!" he cried in jubilation.  "It's terrible weather out here!"

And, happy that the weather had finally fallen in line with the forecast, to the bathroom he went.