by Jen: ..The story that must be told.
Glenn often makes profound proclamations about the weather or events: eg: "You know Jen, the weather report was so utterly wrong about that southerly". Out of the blue on a calm day a massive southerly wind hit us; or "Jen, the one thing you'll never find in Tasmania is a mosquito". Crazy Lady was immediately bombarded by a swarm of extra large hybrid mozzies direct from the Amazon jungles. (There have never been any other reliable reports of mosquitoes in Tasmania). I am not saying any of this to be unkind, but weird things like this happen so so often that I wonder if Glenn especially attracts the of Leprechauns or Gremlins. "Gremlins on your shoulders" I'll hiss to try and stop him from talking his way into trouble. If I want an ordinary calm day I need to be on guard.
We love travelling in our inflatable dinghy. It is our car and carries our supplies to and from the shore. It has a nifty little Yamaha 3hp outboard motor that has never failed. We wanted to cross the Clarence river from Iluka to Yamba. We were enjoying the smooth ride when out of the blue Glenn let slip an unexpected proclamation: "This dinghy planes so well that you'll never get wet. I'm taking that shortcut over there, it's deeper". Immediately the dinghy came to a stop in the sandy shallows. The deeper channel had evaporated before our eyes and the engine cut out.