The crickets and cicadas are louder than the ringing in my ears. It's a nice change. Mind you, I'm in the camping, so the drucking fummers are ever-present. /sigh
The afternoon was hot and muggy, and then it rained, and then it was cooler.
Had a few chats so far with folks striking up conversations about my kilt. And one little lass who wanted to find out what was underneath. I told her to try again in 15 years.
Caught some of the "skinny, camp, Murri man" Mark Sheppard's show 'Chasing the Lollyman'. Sadly, had to leave half-way through. He's a damned fine performer, with a mastery of both Indigenous and Western performance skills, so with luck I'll see the whole show when he stages it again tomorrow night.
Red sails in the sunset, and I've nommed. Back through the gates soon. The drucking's stopped. Maybe it's a sign.