FRIDAY 26 JUNE WONGA BEACH
John resumed tax and financial work in the morning. This meant that I could not do much in the way of packing, as going in and out the van door, past him, would have been too distracting.Rather than just jotting notes on paper for the accountant, he is determined to do it all on the laptop, making spreadsheets and the like, which has been very time consuming.
In the afternoon, we were able to get onto the packing and organising the switch from van to Truck based camping. At least, we have done this once before, for Fraser Island, so it should – in theory – be a bit easier! But this time, we are going away for a lot of weeks! That means more food supplies, more clothes – and thinking of things we will not be able to buy when remote.
John was feeling under pressure and was not very happy. He is worried that his hip will not stand up to the extended camping period, with its attendant packing and unpacking. I tell him that I am quite capable of doing the brunt of it, but he does not find it easy to be helped like that.
One of the packing tasks was to move the spare wheel that is normally on the back of the van, onto the roof rack of Truck. That way, we will have two spare wheels with us. When we had the van built, we deliberately had them fit it with Defender wheels, so we could use the spare this way.
We also packed the two metal jerry cans that are usually in their carriers on the back of the van (again, installed as part of the build, so their weight when loaded was taken into account in the build) onto the roof rack. They will start out empty and be filled at a time when we may need extra fuel. We always have one plastic 20L jerry can full of diesel in the back of Truck. Heavy work and not good for John’s leg.
I defrosted the fridge, so that when we turn it off again, in the morning, there will be almost no defrost water to accumulate.
I packed our fruit and vegetable supplies by wrapping each piece individually in torn up newspaper, before putting them in the box they will travel in.This method is supposed to make them last longer, but it is a tedious task. And a grubby one that turns hands black from ink.
At the end of the day, there was still a lot to do.
Tea was frozen oven-fried fish, with a few fries for John, as I only had two potatoes left unpacked. During the afternoon, I cooked some chicken maryland pieces for tomorrow.