“Leaves drip. Leeches lurk. Boots squelch. Carrying water. A figure appears from the mist-shrouded undergrowth of the rainforest on the far side of the water. The house is barely visible.”
The privations of living in a timber-getter’s camp in the 1880’s? No. Yesterday afternoon in our backyard. 2013.
I have been offline since early on Sunday morning. Like most of the rest of the coastal areas of Queensland we have suffered from some wild weather from an ex tropical cyclone (hurricane). We lost power for 58 hours and with no power we have no water. We only have tank water which is delivered to the house by pump.
We have gas hotplates and a wood heater so cooking was not an issue. Keeping food cold was becoming a problem.
There are no photos for this post, because just like my ancestors of 100 years ago, I was far too busy just managing to keep us fed and enough water for the very basic necessities.
Generally, I felt as though we managed very well, although that would have changed rapidly if I had to factor in washing by hand. No thanks. We were reasonably well prepared, however, there are some things that I feel that I could have done better. More about that another day. For now, I am looking forward to sleeping in fresh sheets. The sheets were due to be changed on the weekend but I delayed doing it as I did not want any more washing piling up in the laundry while the power was off.
This has been a timely reminder of all of the things that we take for granted as well as what we can do without.