The Amazing Grafton Bridge.
We knew before we arrived in Grafton on our Travel Australia adventure we’d like Chike and Bridget. We’d emailed and phoned Chike about the house-sitting a couple of times so it was a great meeting them in person. It was one week to Christmas and they were all but packed up tapping their foot at the door (not really) when we drove up.
We were introduced to the neighbour Lyndon who would help out if we needed anything and met our new furry friends, Leonard a Chihuahua and Norman a Jack Russell.
That afternoon a very determined storm made its way over Grafton, splitting a large tree at the end of the street and generally spreading debris across the area. Norman and Leonard didn’t seem to notice, which was a relief. The last thing we needed was panicked dogs within hours of our arrival.
The house was great, a long timber-themed home with history but it was sitting on a rather small block of land. On the southern side one could literally reach out and close the neighbour’s window, which also meant, there was the smallish problem of having no driveway. Repairs and maintenance was not going to be easy. I unhitched the trailer and put a chain on the wheel, just because it was parked on the street, not that I expected any trouble. Then I sat down and had a good think, for a week or so.