the frozen waste

I take this image about half six in the morning; due south from here there’s nothing until Antarctica.  It’s not cold - but looks as if it could be.

Today is going to be a no-Matilda day.  M&G’s youngest son Gareth lives in Albany with his family and they’ve loaned us their spare car for the duration.  We’re going to split up for the day; Anniemay and I will do a coastal footpath walk from the campsite while they go off in the car.

Matilda is not happy at being left out and shows this by a fridge malfunction.  All our frozen supplies are no longer in that state, slowly moving from the solid to the liquid.  We call the hire company and they arrange to send out a service engineer.  But he could be sometime ….

There’s no point in all four of us staying here (it’s the old ‘waiting for a parcel delivery’ syndrome) and so we agree that Mollymay and Glyn go off in the car and we wait.

The fridge man calls but we have to go to him.  No longer a ‘no Matilda’ day, then.  We lumber across town and find the fridge man.  He’s a nice young curly headed Aussie who drops what he’s doing to attend to our needs when Anniemay says “we can’t leave the van here all day - we have no where to go - we don’t know where we are….”  The squeaky wheel gets the grease.

It turns out that the fridge is working - it’s the battery that’s failing to provide sufficient power to keep it going.  Anniemay rings the hire company who clearly don’t believe her so fridge man speaks to them on our behalf.  Eventually they agree it must be the battery and arrange for us to go to another place for a battery to be fitted…….

It takes all day and we never get our walk.  A waste of more than just frozen food.