Cyclone Cook

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The day after the storm. We were lucky but plenty weren’t. Images of fallen trees, flooded houses, paddocks, roads and still hundreds homeless or without electricity.  But still the moaners complained that civil defence had overreacted, overhyped the potential severity of the storm and spoilt their holiday weekend by telling them not to travel! It seems they’re damned if they do and damned if they don’t. Better safe than sorry. Traffic queues were horrendous today though (not that we went out) with everyone trying to get to the coast and several key road closed because of slippage and flooding. 

We went for a walk instead to see how high the river had got. Definitely higher than yesterday but dropping steadily.  Instead of the usual black water, the river was running a muddy brown like tea. I found a quiet, contemplative spot in the water, though! 

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Cyclone Cook was supposed to hit us full force this afternoon. The amazing and highly addictive tracking thingy had the eye of the storm coming right over the top of us. So we battened down the hatches, got plenty of supplies in and waited. Then we watched it veer off to the east. We had plenty of rain but the wind missed us. In fact, it seemed so uneventful that we headed to the pub for 3 Beer Thursday and spent a cosy few hours playing cribbage!  I also managed to get a run in before the rain hit at lunchtime. The river’s up!