More gales lash the island, while in Mitchell the river is rising

For the third day in a row, Phillip Island has been in the direct path of rain squalls and gale force winds. From our lounge room window we can see the approach of storms, see them whip up the ocean into a frenzy of white-capped waves and rolling swell. On fine days, yachts and the Seal Rocks ferry frequent the waters of this part of Western Port Bay, but they are absent today -- it's far too rough.
Socially, we've caught up with neighbours here and talked on the phone with friends in Mitchell. Apparently the Maranoa River is rising, and mosquitoes and sand flies are becoming a serious problem. Doug has taken two trailer loads to the local tip; a deep freeze that no longer works and a load of tree and grass clippings. Our garden is gradually being brought under control after running wild for seven months. The low temperature (14°C) and the chill factor caused by the wind makes outside conditions unpleasant -- as well as giving me angina. How I long to be warm!