Saturday was market day at the Brickworks.
Thankfully the dreadful humidity broke and we were treated to a dramatic downpour at about 9am. The noise on the overhead industrial covered roof was deafening. But it only lasted about 20 minutes, not enough to do our poor parched land a lot of good.
|view from The Terrace.|
Sunday morning we pushed off to our cabin, some guests had arrived before us, they were not too happy and made all kinds of threatening gestures.
This week I plan to tackle this 1940s 'log cabin'. . I'll let you know how it turns out.