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It rained almost non-stop for a season last year; with winter it broke, and it was with sighs of relief that we welcomed the dry cool days. An entire summer of rain. We dreaded the appearance of summer towards the end of last year, and although it wasn't as bad, it still rained more often than not. I splurged and bought expensive raingear, two sets; one for boating, and one for on the bicycle, so that either way I wouldn't get caught in a downpour and join the legion of drowned rats.

The weather has turned grey again, and the rains started up. There's a low squatting above us. I've been lazy the past few days, not doing long rides because of rain. Walking through the quagmire of a boatyard is bad enough; riding through town and having an accident on every hidden pothole just takes the fun out of things.

This morning I entered the cockpit to greet the day and as I looked around I noticed the dinghy was apparently missing. This is not an entirely uncommon event; a couple of years ago, when we were anchored in Mobb's Bay, the dinghy disappeared.

( oh no! )