Need Rain Do You?

We were hatching a crazy plot on Thursday to go to Stradbroke Island which is supposed to be really nice, lovely idyllic beaches and all that and just across Moreton Bay from where we are.

If the weather was OK, that is.

Of course, it wasn't... the deluge continued. Now there is flooding just 100 miles North, in Maroochydore where we were the other day and up round Noosa. Still the locals are delighted, we've had two months worth of rain in two nights.

Us, we have mixed feelings about it, for obvious reasons, both starting with J.

So instead of Straddy we ended up going to the Museum, having lunch at the library, and walking round South Bank, which was nice in its way, except it just kept raining.

On Friday, while Eloise was in Nursery, I prayed (well hoped) that we would get a break in the weather is it was high time James and Jane actually got to see some of Queensland instead of just mooching around here and I thought it might be nice to go and see the Natural Bridge.

I walked the dogs for twenty minutes down the brook and came back soaked to the skin.

We went anyway, and when we arrived having driven for an hour and a half through anything between drizzle and showers, we debated whether to eat our picnic at the picnic ground or under the shelter of the information station.

The girls went off to check out the picnic site while the boys confidently started on their sandwiches and sure enough before long the girls were back admitting they were wrong. Ha.

So we wandered down to the Cave where the waterfall runs through and didn't get too wet on the way down. The creek was clattering into the cave, swollen as you might expect it to be with the rain, and creating a din to end all dins. A fine mist was blowing off it and soon my glasses were opaque and my camera obscura.

And when we got out of the cave the rain had intensified somewhat. In fact we were all absolutely soaked through by the time we'd finished the ten-minute hike back to the car.

I drove the car into the information station so that we could get changed in the dry.

We then drove over the NSW border in search of coffee and other hot drinks, which we eventually found in Currumbin, with Nicole trying - and loving - a cherry ripe flavoured hot chocolate.

We were back in time to pick Squeaky up for 5.30.