Aftermath

Frensham Little Pond

Last August, there was a huge fire at Frensham Ponds. I briefly mentioned it in a blog entry. We haven’t really been back many times since to see what has been happening. Today we decided to give it a try. We were not alone!

Where we normally park was full up as was the bigger car park just along the road. We were forced to park up the top, on the side of the road. I have never seen it so busy. And it wasn’t like it was a nice day, either. The sun generally brings the townies out in droves. It was grey and grim and definitely more locals-with-dogs weather.

It was also not early or around lunchtime, the usually bad times. It was 2:30, generally time for the townies to go home.

Of course, January 23 is the feast day of Saint Maimbod so maybe they were all out celebrating him. Though not all of them had gloves that I could tell and none were blind. Mind you, the old ways of saint feasting are slowly dying out so it could just as easily have been Saint Maimbod festivities.

Whatever the reason, Frensham Little Pond was quite the hustle and bustle today. A fair sprinkling of ‘greeters’ and just as many ‘miseries’ and many vigorous dogs to freak out the poodles.

There are signs everywhere explaining how the land is being managed in order to repair the damage created by the fire last year. There is also a warning about heavy machinery. I spotted this as we walked around and thought it would make a great blip (I decided on some fungus instead):

Heavy machinery at Frensham Little Pond

I think Bob would be hard pressed recognising it, even though he walked around it every day last time they stayed at the cottage. Speaking of Bob and, naturally, Claire, I thought I’d better let everyone (by which I mean the two people who read my blog) know how Claire is doing.

VERY WELL! This past week she managed to stand up from a chair unaided and the trachie was removed (she started talking instantly). Yesterday she had a whole flood of visitors because it was her birthday, which tired her out a bit, but she enjoyed them all, particularly the three nurses who sang Happy Birthday “…like angels“.

Though she can’t see it, I’ve taken my hat off. She is showing an amazing resilience and determination to get herself up and out of bed. Obviously she wants to get out of the hospital and she wants it YESTERDAY! Go Claire!