Thursday, February 20th ....

The weather is changing in Tasmania and today is very windy and cold. We've moved from our cosy little haven in the free camping around to the 'proper' caravan park where we can have power and hot showers. Jamie flies in on Sunday and he'll be living in the van for a month or so while we are away. He's not one for roughing it and is prepared to pay the very reasonable price for the little bit of comfort.

When we started packing to move the van, the cat climbed in to her box ready to roll. Our new spot is right on the edge of the river and there must be interesting smells for her enjoyment. However, she hadn't realised that she would be sharing her environment with other creatures including a pair of Native Hens with five half-grown chicks. After a couple of warning screeches from the hens, CB retreated to the van with her tail between her legs.

We're backed in to a spot with the van on a concrete slab. There's another van close by so I had to take a bit more care than normal but, with Marilyn's help, we're looking good. They say that there are more marriage breakups caused by backing misunderstandings than anything else. It took us a while to realise that we see the van in different ways, Marilyn thinks about the inside of the van so, to her, the bed is at the back. I think of the outside and the bed is at the front. When she is standing outside the passenger window watching where the van is going, her left is my right and vice-versa.

It can lead to some interesting mix-ups.