A new waterway in Rosedale
Poor John straddles the creek
There’s a narrow gully that runs along the bottom of our property at Rosedale, on Australia’s South Coast. It creates our path from our backyard to the beach, and it gets plenty of traffic from us, as well as other nearby residents and visitors.
The gully doesn’t belong to us—it’s Crown Land, which means it belongs to the government, and maybe Queen Elizabeth if she decides to make a claim.
She might like to see the flora and fauna we get, but she sure wouldn’t want to claim the land this week.
After quite a few days of torrential rain, our gully has become a creek.
Poor John and I headed to the beach this afternoon, to see the wild seas, and encountered our own wild gully creek.
It’s the wettest and deepest I’ve ever seen the gully, and we’ve had our place here for just over 20 years.
Poor John straddled the wet (the big baby), but I waded through and the water came up to my ankles. We made a detour around a fallen tree.
This gully has been bone-dry for almost a decade, so it’s wonderful to see the water gushing and rushing along, flushing out the whole ravine and carrying 10 year’s worth of muck and gunk out to sea. And I mean muck and gunk in the nicest possible way.
Check out what’s happening down by the sea or in our own Rosedale backyard.
Where to next? 
Hmm. I thought I had devoured all the posts on this blog, but there was a link to here on one of your recipe posts (“Little egg and ham pies”) and I haven’t seen this one before. This means I erred in some way with my methodology, but it also means there might be more posts on this blog I haven’t had the pleasure of perusing. Yay!
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