There is much toing and froing as well as gnashing of teeth as some days things are booked out, others the weather doesn’t look good. We end up with a list with everything on it and a bill which will keep the local economy buoyant for some time.
We wake to rain on the roof. This area owns the golden gumboot for the wettest area in the country. They get something like 4 metres of rain per annum here. Its not torrential, but its rain.
The three vans required very little in preparation as none were actually unhitched. I am relegated to our rightful place at the rear. Our efforts on the previous day were not good enough to hold the lead.
On the road, what do we find – more road works. The journey is infested with them. One lot though intrigues. As we approach the UHF starts with differing conversations. There are confirmations of arrivals, discussions about load dumping and flattening as well as other “technical stuff”.




