I went for a walk late this afternoon in between lapses in the heavier rain and took a few photos of our immediate vicinity. Down the road the water is lapping at the back doors of the million dollar riverside homes. The odd "For Sale" sign sitting forlornly out front, taunting the owners as they frantically move all their worldlies. Who will want to buy riverside now with such an importunate reminder of the power of nature?
But for all of us, richer or poorer, this is truly a worrying time. So many unknowns, so many imponderables.
We had a very welcome call from a kindly friend and neighbour today offering some masculine brawn to help get some of our heavier gear up to the top deck. Thank you to the Gibsons - good karma is all yours.
We are well and truly camping out now. As long as I can plug my hair drier in all will be well! :)
The Brisbane River has well and truly broken its banks. Here are a few photos: I love the one with the table. How surreal is that?
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| Brisbane River from the Walter Taylor Bridge with Monty and daughter No 2 |
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| Broken banks |
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| Tea for two? |
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| There goes the tennis court |
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| Lapping at the back door |
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| Camping |
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| Making sure we have some clean water |
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| The back deck now a storage facility |
