Rain, rain, go way. Come again another day.
No, maybe not - at least not any day soon. I think we’ve had quite enough of you. For over a week, it’s been raining solidly up and down the east coast and we’re completely waterlogged. The back yard is a squelchy mess of dark mud and long grass, and that Hill’s Hoist – it has a powerful mind of its own. In high winds, protective eye wear is needed to avoid injury from sheets flapping with the velocity of a helicopter take-off.
It looks like one giant beavers’ dam down on the local beach. End to end, it’s 3 foot high with flotsam and jetsam. Another sodden mess, but this time timber, driftwood, whole trees, crates, anything that might have floated down the river from the recent deluge and high winds. When the rain eased off for a bit the other day, we took the opportunity to get some exercise. There’s only so many at-home- dance-moves that can sustain you aerobically during a wet spell that lasts several days. So, a jog took us through ankle-deep puddles and past a small beach that rivalled a pint of Guiness, with its brown, rich, thick head of foam.
I had previously thought the beach looked beautiful under any sky, wearing any colour….but even the beach doesn’t look its best in murky brown with beaver dam organic matter applique.
So, my youngest and I got busy plucking the many bottles, plastic items, thongs and Esky lids out of the debris. It just didn’t feel right leaving it there, knowing it would end up back in the ocean. Before long, a couple of people had offered to transfer the litter to the bins while we continued to build a big pile of human rubbish.
We had our very own mini Clean Up Australia Day for a while there. We didn’t set out to do it, but removing even the tiniest amount of rubbish from the sand seemed like a good thing.
Even though the beach is still pretty grubby, and pretty stinky, too, there’s been a creative transformation over the last few days. People have flocked to the sand to collect, sort, arrange and build with the thousands of pieces of driftwood and timber. There’s a whole village of tee-pees now.
The council has started the clean up, so these temporary structures won’t be there for long, but I love that the local community has embraced the mess to turn it into something positive.
And, of course, making the most of the tribal feel. Tee party, anyone?