“Nice bit of rain we had”. I hated chit chat in the past, but this is a line I’ve repeated a lot over the last week as the rain came, and the season shifted. Close by the Blackwood River (Gurbillup Buerle) is high as the downpours meet the tide, the ground is soft underfoot having drunk in the rain, and some walking t…
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