Back at the van, I can’t find my sunglasses. I am worried I have left them at the previous site and after lunch, I walk back over there for investigation. No joy, the site is as pristine as it was when we first set foot on it.
It’s time for some campsite lottery again. Much like Mataranka where like vultures we waited for campers to leave to pilfer their powered spots, we today are at the mercy of movement. This time, however, unlike Mataranka where it was a free for all, we are somewhat assisted by management.
Two sites should be becoming available adjacent to each other, numbers 92 and 93 according to the allocator and recorder of residents. That is of course relying on those residents to actually leave. Even though their books have expired, here at Barn Hill possession is 9/10th of the law, and if they wish to extend we have no come back. We do though have the ability to scour the sites for anyone else bugging out.
Site 92 is on the move like us. They are definitely going. As for the adjacent site, movement is a paradox to what appears to be occurring. There is washing hanging out and the kids are playing, with gay abandon and readying themselves for breakfast. There appears no attempt to collate the proliferation of “stuff” from around the site – they are obviously extending.