Ye gods and little fishes

I may have mentioned the rain here before, non? Yesterday – Christmas Day – was lovely in and around Coffs Harbour: about 28 degrees C, sunny with just a few clouds intervening between my delicate English skin and the UV rays. We went to Arrawarra Beach after a later breakfast (smoked salmon and scrambled eggs. Yum), walked the dog, collected shells and had an altogether leisurely day. Things weren’t all quite as anticipated as the oven in our rented house gave out half way through cooking the Christmas Duck which was a bit of a pain, but essentially we had a great day.

This was a good thing because today is the day we start packing and moving, and with this in mind we loaded the trailer, hitched up the 4W drive, and sauntered off to our block with the idea we’d start unloading some stuff into the shed. Ho ho ho.

The rain started, the clay turned to mud, the 4W drive couldn’t get up the steepest, claggiest slope on the ‘goat track’ up to our block… the engine started straining, the car started slipping back down the slope, the trailer jackknifed, the car didn’t want to stop…

It looks nice in the sunshine… it looks damned nasty when shiny with a lick of rain!

Dearest husband managed to bring the car to a precarious halt, darling daughter got out and sat on her backpack on a safe bit of grass, while I packed stones under the rear wheels of the 4W drive. Luckily husband had packed a 4lb lump hammer which came in useful trying to prise the trailer off the tow-bar… and luckily the connecting mechanism wasn’t damaged, despite the dodgy angles and the potential for the metal bits to have bent. The trailer then had to be manhandled as far as possible before we all crossed our fingers and had to let it go, chuntering down the hill under its own steam! And luckily it managed to swing round and front itself into a patch of long grass near the bottom of the slope, leaving enough room on the ‘road’ for dearest husband to be able to slide the car back down the slope, engage the engine and do a 6-point turn. Then I slid into the driving seat and was directed backwards to meet the trailer and we managed to hitch it all up again and drive home, tails between our legs. So much for unloading in the shed! However, I do think we were very lucky indeed: it could all have been so much worse.

And the moral of the story? Um, not sure if there is one, but it probably goes something along the lines of “don’t buy a rural block and expect to be able to get up there in the rain” or perhaps, “there’s no point in thinking about doing fancy things in your new house until you’ve spent several thousand dollars hiring a grader and buying loads of gravel to improve the road”! Merry Christmas, everybody.

5 thoughts on “Ye gods and little fishes

  1. Hell's teeth! You must have had a good fairy on your shoulder! When we saw that spectacular rain the other night (tv) I wondered if it would come this far East.
    And don't feel you're the only ones – years ago, we had to have a our campervan pulled out of the mud and even after we'd moved in to the house, we parked on the road during major storms!
    Happy New Year, Sara.

  2. Gosh, Sara, that was a hairy episode. So lucky it all turned out okay, apart from you taking all the stuff home again. The driveway will be an expense though. We've had really nice rain for two days and so far it's very pleasant. I hope the move goes smoothly, and that you will be really happy in your beautiful new home.

  3. I suppose there's no point in getting to worked up about it, but it amazes me how calm and chilled you sound about the whole episode! I probably would have been in tears. Hope you manage to conquer the hill eventually.

  4. I'm sorry I got distracted when you mentioned RAIN and couldn't fully appreciate the gravity of your situation…. (we only had a faint mist here on christmas day – not enough to cause a flea to get wet)

    so I can only dream about the thrill of skidding in mud – ohhh the wonderful wetness of it all…

    sigh

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