I’m still here!
The flood level peaked in the small hours this morning, and after a bit of confusion both on-line sources available to me agree that it was at a level of 6.5 metres, where the protective levee around the business district of town is at 6.7 metres.
I would have put it a bit lower based on my eyeball measurements. There was half a metre of water over what was once our tennis court, and I thought that was at 5.35 m, so I would have said no more than 5.85.
Serious flooding is occurring south of here, in the Hastings and Manning valleys, with moderate flooding south of that and north of here in the Hunter, Nambucca, and Orara valleys.
A scout who just returned from buying a newspaper tells me that the shops in town are closed and sandbagged. One supermarket is outside the levee; “cleverly” built on piers to keep it main floor above flood level, it is nevertheless inaccessible. The other large supermarket is sold out of key commodities. My sister remarked that in this is the third time in eighteen months that we’ve had panic buying and interrupted supplies: because of bushfires, because of coronavirus, and now because of a flood. What we need next is a plague of mice.
Just for the moment there is a bit of blue sky visible and sun streaming into my study window, and my house has new river views.