30-31/03/26 Hiatus 4: Working in Loxton

 I spent a thrilling two days in Loxton, locked in my cabin with my nose against a grindstone. I didn't go into town at all and only got down to the river, all of 50 m away, on the evening of the second day.

I found the stairs up to the lookout.

From the top: houseboats on glass.

And from the bottom.

Reflections.

Wood and water.

Colours of cliffs.

I repeated the puffer jacket fashion statements of Mannum, but the style fitted right in to the mores of the Loxton Riverside Caravan Park and no one blinked an eye as I paraded back and forth to the laundry.

I rearranged furniture and repurposed kitchen appliances into office nicknacks.

Phone holder for video calls. I was disturbingly proud of this piece of creativity. Dont worry, I unplugged it first.

Loxton office.

After two solid days sitting at a keyboard my back was sore and I was grumpy. My bicycle was getting antsy at being cooped up in the bedroom.

No you can't go out to play at night. There are signs all around the park warning of theft. If someone's willing to flog a spatula from the kitchen what do you think they'll do with you?

Time to go riding tomorrow.