Boulevard of Bumps

The Cane Fields are Flooding. The beach is eroding. The She-oaks roots are exposed. The little fellas' hair has been tamed by a blue-haired lady in a funky jump-suit. The limitations of wet weather were overcome when Grandpa's old toolbox was discovered. The magical contents of Grandpa's toolbox have been put on display inside the house, a new toolbox dedicated to Grandpa and all the making men in the family. The flood waters closed all roads to school, prompting an excursion to a big kids place of learning.  Where the locals were  friendly and inquisitive. Thank goodness for paper, scissors, elastic and staples - real life savers over another wet weekend. The roads cleared and the wind has blown the rain away for now, but what of the cyclone off the coast?

As I published my last post the rain had begun to fall. Ex-cyclone Oswald was moving down the coast to put an end to planned Australia Day celebrations.  Our cheers for local Aussies were not to be heard, as the Australia Day parade down the main street was cancelled. The rain didn't dampen the kids spirit, they decided to add a Samoan flavour with a swim in the rain, "Samoan Style" (fully clothed). The waters rose and continue to rise in parts of South East Queensland.  Just a few weeks ago we were explaining to the boys how this pole measured tidal height, not anymore! Just nearby is a shady haven, where over the last couple of weeks some industrious beachcombers have constructed a cubby in a pandanus tree. A festive lantern suggested this abandoned Robinson Crusoe style abode was constructed as a shady refuge in which to celebrate Australia Day at the beach. We ventured up the beach, discovering o...