Last night we got onto the topic of tongue twisters and nursery rhymes. Before contemplating the logisitcal nightmare of organising 'all' the King's horses and 'all' the King's men to fix a broken egg, we launched an investigation into just exactly how many pickled peppers are in a 'peck.' With help from the Oxford Dictionary which we brought to play Scrabble with, we discovered that a 'peck' is a quarter of a 'bushel' and a 'bushel' is sixty four gallons. So, it can be argued Peter Piper picked 16 'gallons' of pickled peppers. Shane once more displayed his song-lyric-changing prowess resulting in hysertical laughter, so hysterical that Hunter, who had gone to bed, couldn't stand not being a part of the action, so came out of the tent to join us once more.

Had a mud fight with the boys. Blowering Dam is much much lower than it was last year and there's a little strip of very sloppy mud on the shore before you step into the water. The drought has revealed the ruins of an old brick house and a pathway lined with tree stumps preserved by the water. Three Gorges eat your heart out.



I made my trademark lamb stew. It sat on the stove for like four hours.  ¶ 20:15