Jindabyne grows more quiet, which suits me fine. The streets are quieter, there are fewer boats on the lake, and the swimmers have all but disappeared. Even our raucous galahs have vanished from the tree out front. The weather is still beautiful but I guess summer days are dwindling and people are going back to their normal lives. Our group of workers has spent their last week here at the inn, at least for a while, and we don’t expect to see them again. We have just one couple as guests tonight. We’ll have nearly a full house next weekend thanks to a music festival in nearby Thredbo, but until then it should be quiet here. As I say, that suits me fine.
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