The trials and tribulations of being a hut 'wife'
During a recent field trip to Hurd Point, our guides, the Macca wildlife rangers, headed into the field to undertake the important business of science and conservation, leaving two men behind at the hut. It quickly became apparent that our role had been decided for us.
With the professionals out saving the world, we embraced our new calling as hut 'wives'.
The morning was spent packing lunches, changing batteries, washing dishes that seemed to multiply of their own accord, and ensuring dinner would be ready upon the expedition's triumphant return. The gas heater was tended, kettles boiled, and the hut transformed into something almost respectable.
By the time our hardworking field crew returned, cold, windswept and full of stories, a hot meal was waiting on the table. We resisted the temptation to ask, "How was your day, dear?" - mostly because we wanted dessert.
It turns out being a hut 'wife' isn't all glamour. The hours are long, the appreciation comes in the form of empty plates, and somehow there's always another mug to wash. Still, someone has to keep the huts tidy while conservation happens.
Matching aprons have been requested to be delivered to all huts asap, at this stage, unconfirmed.
Signing off
Mitch
