It’s hard to get our heads around the kind of winter that Ipswich is experiencing and our warm days in the tropics. We’ve had a few days of heavy rain but it is always warm and doesn’t last long. I’m sure the view of our house in Ipswich is only too familiar but I have to note the contrast between it and our house here.
Yesterday we had torrential rains that flooded the ground and walkway to the house. Standing on the porch it felt like we were in a boat. The rain stopped and within 20 minutes the water had disappeared. It took longer for the street to drain. The cover to the storm sewer in front got popped up by the force of the water. The cyclists and quad drivers and cars and trucks hardly seem to notice but swerve around them.
We’re continually struck by the contrasts here in town. Some of the most striking are the mixture of affluence and poverty in close proximity. The road along the beach has empty uncared for properties next to upscale resort hotels. There are two large partially completed structures along the road that have not changed in the past three years.