When it rains it pours…
Moranbah for the last year probably got as much rain as Manchester does in a day. It is so dry out here that the children learn that the grass is yellow at school and water restrictions are part of everyday life. People here we’ve noticed have become rather obsessed with rain and water, they love rain – which is odd for a start when you’ve been brought up in England, but also everyone knows how many millimetres fell and what percentage full any of the dams are around here (usually 3%). So, you can imagine when it does rain it is an exciting event that is worthy of people at work leaving their desks to come to the windows and doors to witness it. Comments such as, ‘We’ve needed this’, and ‘let’s hope this goes on for a while’ are brandished about, as Andy and I are begging the sun to come back out! Well, there have been a few occasions where we have welcomed the rain just for a bit of a change from being wet from perspiration.
Recently we had almost a whole week where it didn’t stop raining, it was so strange as the grass gradually turned green and the bush land started to grow overnight. The cane toads love it, they are out in force croaking away, and the mossies are rubbing their disease-infested legs together with glee as they know they can get some breeding done in these moist conditions.
The most extraordinary spectacle of all though occurred during my daily afternoon walk with Ben which takes me next to the Grosvenor Creek, the main creek in Moranbah. People were driving up there in their cars, bringing the children, cameras were out and there were crowds stood by watching as the creek overflowed and flooded the banks! It was great, even I joined in and raced home to get Andy and my camera. The image here has probably not been witnessed for about 10 years in Moranbah, so appreciate it!
Moranbah for the last year probably got as much rain as Manchester does in a day. It is so dry out here that the children learn that the grass is yellow at school and water restrictions are part of everyday life. People here we’ve noticed have become rather obsessed with rain and water, they love rain – which is odd for a start when you’ve been brought up in England, but also everyone knows how many millimetres fell and what percentage full any of the dams are around here (usually 3%). So, you can imagine when it does rain it is an exciting event that is worthy of people at work leaving their desks to come to the windows and doors to witness it. Comments such as, ‘We’ve needed this’, and ‘let’s hope this goes on for a while’ are brandished about, as Andy and I are begging the sun to come back out! Well, there have been a few occasions where we have welcomed the rain just for a bit of a change from being wet from perspiration.
Recently we had almost a whole week where it didn’t stop raining, it was so strange as the grass gradually turned green and the bush land started to grow overnight. The cane toads love it, they are out in force croaking away, and the mossies are rubbing their disease-infested legs together with glee as they know they can get some breeding done in these moist conditions.
The most extraordinary spectacle of all though occurred during my daily afternoon walk with Ben which takes me next to the Grosvenor Creek, the main creek in Moranbah. People were driving up there in their cars, bringing the children, cameras were out and there were crowds stood by watching as the creek overflowed and flooded the banks! It was great, even I joined in and raced home to get Andy and my camera. The image here has probably not been witnessed for about 10 years in Moranbah, so appreciate it!
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