We’ve had a few days of wind and woolly weather again here in Perth – 125kph (70+mph) winds and rain/hail/thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening – well, not really, just very very wet.
The house held up well – the front door has been leaking worse than ever as the new seal seems to trap the water and allow it to seep under the door in larger volumes than ever. A new solution is needed and fast!
Anyway, Jay’s back has been really bad this weekend, so apart from attending the First Communion of the daughter of some friends of ours, we haven’t done a lot. In fact, today, Sunday, was so slumpy that the girls didn’t get changed from their PJ’s till 4:30 when I announced I was off to Point Peron to take some photos.
It chucked it down just as we were driving up the access road and the sky was very brooding, so I did wonder if it was a good idea to walk around the point. Its not too far, maybe 15 mins walk from the car to the furthest bit, but the rain here really is something else and there is no shelter at all. Anyway, as it happened, we managed to dodge the showers and had an excellent walk, saw loads of huge crabs in the rock pools, talked to the girls about erosion and stuff (once a geologist, always a geologist) and took some photos.
The walk on the way back was interesting as the storms has brought in thousands of Portuguese Man o’War jellyfish and spread them all over the beach – Piper didnt have shoes on and the stingers can be really nasty for several days – so that was good fun. Not. Most of them were tiny, but there were a few bigger ones with very long tentacles. Nothing by halves, this country.