Wednesday, as reported was quite wet, however, we went away anyway.
To put it mildly - "The Camp was damp!". You could feel the cold coming out of the damp ground and penetrating right through the soles of your feet to chill to the bone.
Wednesday night we just sat around the gas fire and read. At 9pm I chucked it in and headed off to my warm bed.
Next morning Denny woke me up at daylight and said he was ready for his morning walk. Seeing there were only two caravans and a campervan in the park beside ourselves, I took him for a walk wearing my PJ's, woollen calf length dressing gown and sheepskin slippers.
Rhonda slept on and when we arrived back she was still snuggled down in her bunk. So, I made a mug of tea and read until Rhonda woke about and hour later. I made her a coffee and she and Denny settled down inside while she waited for the fog to lift outside. You can see the gas fire with Denny 'parked' right in front of it lol! He may be a dog but he's not silly and knows how to locate all the prime spots.
When the fog did clear, around 9am, we had a perfect day and made several walks in bright sunshine under a clear blue sky. Unfortunately, after lunch, we had to pack up and return home - but the overnight stay was well worth it.
Tomorrow I've got to drive over to Goulburn to pick up two new HLSS monogrammed shirts and I'll take the opportunity to look for some Artic Underwear - heavy duty polar-knit singlets and Long Johns. Rhonda is back to work on a 10 to 6 shift so when I get home I'll be putting on a slow cooker chicken casserole timed to be ready by 7pm.