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we treated Daisy to a drive today and went down south. She had a rough night with an intense thunderstorm at 3 am. Shaking like a leaf, poor thing. Took her for a run along the edge of the Onkaparinga River at Port Noarlunga. She loved it, especially the mud flats with their scrubby covering of samphire. Our treat next, with fish and chips in the car overlooking Southport. That's where the Onkaparinga River flows out to sea.
More intense thunderstorms late this afternoon. Daisy slept through the whole thing...

extra: the track down, or within spitting distance