Okay - well it's been a long, slow, drawn out blink... but

One of the most interesting things about the social activities of the past weekend was getting to and from them.

All over this area there are roads with water depth indicators on the side of them. After 13 years of drought - we were firmly of the opinion that these indicators were just there to rub the whole thing in (that and the "dry weather only" road signs). When you're wandering around in 45+ Celsius it's just taking the piss really - starts off mildly amusing and gets very irritating very quickly.

But this weekend those depth indicators actually worked as depth indicators. Bloody hell has it rained in these parts.

Now all the fording rivers and flooded roads, and splashing around in puddles, dodging rain and desperate searching for umbrellas is one thing - kind of reminds you that there's something going on.

But this dam is the same dam that we were rescuing fish from in the first summer we were here. It dried to a titchy little puddle at the bottom. This is a dam that the real estate agent estimated at 5 megalitres in size.

It's the same dam that we had the bank dug into the hillside to help get some run off into.

I think the next thing we'll be doing is rushing around stopping it from breaking it's bank and flooding the highway.

All the tanks are overflowing - including the one that we're using (and I will confess to some rather long hot showers recently).

The duck / chook yard is a mini mud lake and the Alpacas have spent so many days with rain dripping off their noses they are even starting to look more depressed!

But the rain has been astounding. So good for our baby apple trees - and not bad for morale. There's even been the tiniest bit of sacrilegious whinging about the rain. Gotta love the bush.