For the first time in days, the sky didn’t cave in upon us today. With the sun shining gloriously and the gentle breeze sending a cooling draught through the van, it was a fabulous day. We were thankful for the lack of precipitation today, especially since we learned that Rockhampton has in the past 3 days, already achieved in excess of its average Autumnal rainfall. Just our luck. Yet, despite todays positive change in the climate, we elected to spend the bulk of it cooped up in the van anyway. In fact, we achieved so little today, it even crossed my mind to not even post an update. Really, who wants to read about us, two swashbuckling adventurers, sitting around lazily doing nothing, but I didn’t want everyone thinking we’d fallen off the edge of the earth.

I’ll make it short and sweet though, as other than giving you a minute by minute, blow by blow account of how I cleaned out the boot of the caravan, or how Bec swept and tidied the van, there really isn’t much else of note to tell you about.

We had originally planned to go into town, but even after a decent sleep overnight, we awoke feeling drained, still fatigued. We’re blaming our constant tiredness on all of the fresh, country air that we’ve been inhaling in the past few weeks. So, instead of going anywhere, we settled down in the van braving the cripplingly slow Internet to research our future travels, before watching a movie and some TV.

One of the highlights of our day was preparing our roast chicken rolls for lunch. Creating dinner was the other, as we attempted to cook a roast for the first time in our electric frypan. It was all going pretty well too, until Becs cousin came home from work and we got to catching up with him. He has been away for work since before we arrived, and until he returned this afternoon, we weren’t even 100% sure that we were camped on the right property. I don’t know what we would have done, had we got a message from him this evening asking where we were. That could have been embarrassing.

Before we knew it, clouds of smoke were wallowing out of the van, as the butter we’d put in the oven to melt turned into an astringent smelling, gooey, black, mess. It was too late to roast the vegetables by this stage, so we ended up with roast pork and steamed vegies.

We’d also cooked enough for three, just incase Becs cousin had wanted something to eat. He declined, saying he had some stuff to do in town, but the clouds of smoke still billowing out of the van may well have scared him off. As it turned out, dinner was delicious, so the two of us were quite happy to chow down on all three serves.

As I sit writing this, Bec is watching some more TV and bouncing about creating a Dalmation like pattern on the ceiling of the van, squatting one by one, the swarm of bugs that have invaded our living space.

Yeah, I know, boring, but it doesn’t matter what sort of spin I put on it, I can’t make it any more stimulating than it is. We need days like today though, as the constant travelling is actually quite arduous, so it’s quite cathartic to be able to kick back and just do nothing.

Until next time, stay safe, have fun and don’t forget to write.