As the week progresses the tension builds.
We are walking around Kiama loving the place for what it is.
We are leaving tomorrow.
We want to relax, but our minds are once again elsewhere. We are trying to think out our future, or at least the next part of it.
The phone rings.
It is a neighbour relaying news that funding is on hold until the minister makes his announcement at the end of next month. What does this mean? Will our progress stop in its tracks? Is it all over?
Do we still have a future in the short term?
Or is this just another dose of solistalgia, the high tension wires a metaphor for what is obscuring our view for just a time.
Tomorrow: the mountains and perhaps an injection of reassurance!