Back To Adelaide

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Mount Barker provided us with sufficient sunlight to do our laundry and than attempted a fair, if short, impression of a Queensland storm complete with thunder, lightning, hail, and fat raindrops that hammered on the roof of our cosy cabin. A credible flow of water rushed down the creek and the last autumn leaves clung grimly to the trees before finally succumbing to a stiff breeze. Roger grieved last week's warm Roma weather and reluctantly dug out his puffer jacket.

Our cabin backed on to the creek.  We did not have water views.
 

The Mount Barker Caravan Park had the best swapping library I had ever seen, which caused me grief as I already had a book to read and didn't need another one.

The creek was lined with wattle just coming into bloom.

We worked, did family catch-up stuff, and on Friday we drove in to Adelaide to pick up the keys for our next house sit, going down to Henley Beach for a quick walk while we were there. We house-sat here a year ago so we already knew the routine and where the teaspoons were kept. The Wine Cat was as fluffy as ever, the only change being that he had taken to sleeping in the bathtub which I'm sure made sense in his wee feline brain even if I struggled to understand the choice of a bathtub as a winter bed. I'm not a cat, so what would I know?

Our home owners didn't leave until late afternoon on Saturday so we dawdled over coffee, checking out of our cabin at the latest possible minute and wandering off to family lunch in a very relaxed manner. Post-lunch we ambled down to Adelaide and killed some time by donating blood, which had the bonus of giving us a nice afternoon tea courtesy of the Red Cross.

We watched the sunset from Henley Beach.

Shadow of the jetty.



 

The cat met us at the door as darkness fell. He expressed his disgust that we were the wrong people, but was quick to claim Roger's lap as soon as it was available. Then he tried to tell us that he had dinner at 6pm, but his owners had warned us about this ploy so the poor thing had to wait until just before bedtime for his dinner.

You are my chosen person.  You will brush me and bring me food.

It's hard being a cat 

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