ground hog day (8th of April)

Having survived the forces of nature we look forward to a day of rest. Our 3 year old niece
Isabel who has slept through it all and the weather have other ideas. The morning is spent
having conversations with bleary eyed fellow campers recounting survival stories. A quick
look at the forecast brings tears to the eyes. Gale force winds expected from Warrnambool.
'But we've already had them' is Gavern's pitiful cry. Of course Isabel
we'll take you to the playground, go boogey boarding and generally be at your beck and
call, but don't push it cos an adult tantrum is just waiting to happen. Won't bore
you with a description of how the night was spent. Refer to previous entry which was
repeated for the second night in a row.