Camp CB, Phillip Island
21 October 2016
The dreaded lurgy had me by a part of the anatomy that shall remain un-named. It was pouring with rain; the wind was strong enough to blow the tonic out of your gin; and it was warm and comfortable in my tent. I could hear the banshee like howl of motorcycle engines outside, so I could rest easy in the knowledge that the world was getting on with its business.
I stayed put and took no part in the day’s proceedings.
