Of course, after one of our longest, driest periods in ages, those wonderful carnies brought the rain clouds with them.
When the creek was flowing the other day and the water stretched from bank to bank, The Wife described it as a “banker”. “Pshaw!” I replied. Surely to classify as a banker it has to be up to the top of the concrete. Well, at about 9.10 am this morning it was as close to being a banker as I feel comfortable with.
Fingers crossed for the show for Saturday and Sunday.