Month: April 2017


Tiny immortal jellyfish

{There are no pictures for this, and possibly the next few posts, as we have almost zero internet. Text only for now.}

When we tied up to the pier here, I didn’t immediately recognise that it was similar to a small street. But after several days – almost a week – I have learnt more about the other pier dwellers and regular visitors than I could have predicted – lubricated, as always, by Mr Chattypants.

I am going to record a few of them here so as not to forget this lesson: lurking under the countenance of ordinary everyday faces are stories so deep and bizarre that stretches of imagination are not required. You just need to scratch the surface to start extracting them – and this is what Mr Chattypants is for. As well as his navigation skills, which are also helpful.

St Helens falls into my wondrous basket of Tasmanian coastal quirkiness – it’s as friendly as anywhere we have been, and we have given someone 20 dollars (TWENTY) for almost a week at the pier, with power and water included. I am not kidding – being able to use my Thermomix to cook thrills me to bits – as does being able to plug in my laptop. Huzzah! Huzzah!

111/365 • we won't be going *anywhere* in this wind except the library • . #weather #winds #bellalunaboat #tasmania #Autumn2017 #abcmyphoto #pier #cloud #goodmorning

There’s a park at the end of the carpark, adjacent to an impressive skate-ramp. M and the Smalls were there the other day, flying paper planes, and one of M’s acquaintaces approached, said he had to visit some oyster leases, and would they like to come for a ride?

“Yes please,” said M and the Smalls, and ran to put on their lifejackets.

They jumped in this guy’s boat and took off. Literally. Their eyeballs smooshed into the back of their skulls because this boat had a 200HP motor and was fanging flat-out. I am very sorry to have missed it, for speediness is my friend. As they toured all around at top speed with a wind chill factor of about minus-304, M was chatting (!) to the bloke – his history, the years he spent growing up in Tasmania.

His father, of course, was a Norwegian fighter who ran a boxing tent around Tasmania, while his mother (not a Norwegian fighter) was a snake charmer. And that was how they made a buck – thumping and/or charming the punters – he and his brother helped put up the tent and sold the tickets. M’s awe was so profound it almost overcame the numbness in his hands and face.

A few nights before that happened he had been chatting (!) to a couple of guys at the end of the pier, and was gone for many hours. He invited them in for a cup of tea one night, and so we had the cage-fighter renovator and the recently separated biologist foodie both sipping tea in the main cabin. They were very nice. We gifted the former a car-phone charger and the latter entered M’s heart by being a hiking/camping gear geek – they began comparing the weight and girth of their…

Tents. Of their tents. Then our dear friends from Franklin came to visit for a night, bringing with them two pots of aloe vera and a bottle of red wine. I was given crochet tuition and a lovely night was had.

We told them of another guy on the pier (why is it that there are so many MEN messing about on boats – where are the ladies? Oh – at home in front of the woodfire and under a ceiling that isn’t raining condensation down up on them – I forgot) and he had a very fancy motor boat – one big enough to travel easily across Bass Strait in most kinds of weather and look good while doing it.

He had not had the boat for very long. This was because the previous owner had bought it for $350k and three days later had run it up on a sandbank. The repairs were to cost about $265k so the insurance company hauled it off the beach, having siphoned several tonnes of sand out of it, and wrote it off.

Apparently when this kind of things happen, the insurance company (not an industry known for oozing kindness and compassion – hello Allianz!) puts the boat up for tender and the highest offer gets it. No one put in an offer on the boat, except for this guy. We’re guessing he got it for under a grand…

“Does it feel like you won Tattslotto?” I asked him.
“Yes.” he said, “It feels like I won Tattslotto.”

Rafted up to the boat borrowed by the biologist foodie is another boat regularly occupied by someone people refer to as the ‘nocturnal German’. Nocturnal because when he does sleep aboard he walks across the deck of the biologist foodie boat at about 2am. Other nights he sleeps in the back of a shop in the main street. The nocturnal German has butted heads with another regular pier dweller, known for his hard life and nice dog, and has taken out a restraint order against him. This necessitates that Hard Life keeps a particular distance away from Nocturnal German at all times – a task made more difficult by the Nocturnal German appearing on the same bit of the main street, or glowering nearby in the park, in order to communicate his ongoing dissatisfaction.

Everybody wants the Nocturnal German to leave, but nobody wants to tell him. And nobody stays up that late.

Another day, M was being mule-boy, and dragging our mound of washing in a trolley to the (overly expensive) coin laundry, when a car pulled over. (I am inventing this bit, because I am not quite sure of the events.) It was Karyn and Jim – our friends who had lent us their car while we were back at Prince of Wales Bay Marina were driving back from Burnie. The Smalls and I found M ensconced with them at the laundry (which is also a café – so that’s why he wanted to do the washing…).

It was lovely to catch up – although the Smalls wouldn’t tolerate more than 15 minutes of boring adult-speak. Thank you for your lovely bottle of wine and the cherry tomatoes, Karyn and Jim – we are SO grateful (the wine didn’t last the night).

110/365 • ? immersed ?• . #6yo #books #Autumn2017 #reading #bellalunaboat #daisybelle #abcmyphoto #tasmania #discovertasmania #tassiestyle #bellalunaboat #Autumn2017 #cruising

Passage Beach, Bryans Corner, Schouten Island, St Helens

After leaving Orford, we dropped anchor at Passage Beach at about 11pm – back where we had seen a shipwreck before Christmas. The boat is STILL on the beach! (We did report it after we saw it the first time – because it had obviously not been there for long at that point.)

I do like waking up in new places 🙂 The water was super-clear. So clear, that I felt to commune with my dad, who began every day he was on the water with a naked plunge. So I nakedly plunged – from the front of the boat. Swam to the back steps and jumped out.

It was about the third or fourth time I’ve swum in Tasmania – after the last time (in Strahan) I got so sick that I was a little anti-swim for a while. Now I am just anti-swimming in crowded harbours… There was no real chance of repeating that here…

We moved over to Bryans Corner a little later on, where we saw a boat we recognised. The Daisy Belle! M and the Smalls went to visit, as they had a 10yo and 6yo on board – while I spent some valuable solitary time aboard, soaking up being solitary 🙂

Here’s a picture of DB in front of Daisy Belle in Hobart on Christmas Eve:

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I took the Smalls ashore later in the late afternoon – they were fractious and annoying. It was time for M to have his draught of solitude – he used it to catch three flathead. We walked up the beach for ages…looking at shells and driftwood. On the way back, the Smalls practiced their handstands and cartwheels…

Where to next? Not far.

After a lengthy discussion the next morning about where we should head in view of the impending weather, M and I eventually decided to spend tonight at Wineglass Bay and then depart for St Helens, with the intention of being tucked away until the weather improves.

Two hours after our discussion we had left Bryans Corner… and dropped anchor half an hour later in Crocketts Bay on Schouten Island. Holy crap! The water continues to have an unnerving clarity!! We saw a shark, a stingray, a flounder and a school of fish.

105/365 • the water here is about five metres (16ft?) deep and unbelievably clear - in the first five minutes after we dropped ⚓️ we saw a school of fish, a flounder, a shark and a massive stingray ??• . { - photo by @surfa62 - } #cro

Once we got ashore, we saw a sign for a walk up Bear Hill. So we embarked on quite an epic climb…

We were determined to get to the top of Bear Hill, and this meant climbing steadily for about an hour, sometimes hauling ourselves up with hands and feets… The Smalls did very well.

Bear Hill, Schouten Island. Tasmania

106/365 ? • yesterday on Schouten Island we climbed Bear Hill right to the top - see our tiny white boat? • . #bearable #schoutenisland #view #scramble #barefoot #family #love #abcmyphoto #tasmania #discovertasmania #tassiestyle #moveyourdna #bellalu

Bear Hill, Schouten Island. Tasmania

Bear Hill, Schouten Island. Tasmania

We departed the beauty of Schouten Island at about 5am or so – I helped pull the anchor up and then, despite my best intentions – after making M a coffee, I went back to bed.

I feel no shame in declaring that while I CAN sail in the ocean swells, it’s not something that I hanker for. M did 95% of the steering and handling all day, while the Smalls and I lay prone inside. It is possible to remain in the cabin…


And thus I watched Sherlock and even did a bit of crochet. I did get up to make baked beans and some cheese and biscuits, and promptly had to go flat out again. Yucko.

The weather was grey and rainy. M, although preoccupied with the fact that we would have to cross the bar at St Helens, was secretly enjoying himself in the wet and the wind. Or not so secretly. He got us to the bar at the perfect time – with two hours to go until high water.

We found our way in over sandbanks, skirting around the wreck of a scallop boat from a few years ago. St Helens is a long way past the bar! A shallow, shallow bay, with the town right the end. It was dark by the time we got there – and although we had been planning to anchor out, we found a spot on one of the jetties, and tied up there.

It had been a long, long day. But huzzah! Our first bar crossing in Bella Luna!! Good preparation for all those rivers in northern New South Wales that I want to investigate at some point.

Goodbye money. Goodbye Hobart. Back up the east coast.

Our time in Hobart was brief – just a couple of nights. The days were spent (ha!) haemhorraging money – everything in the bank went on food and fuel, a bit of tip-shop frivolity, a bottle of beer and a bottle of wine. The Smalls both went busking and raked in about $60 each – school holiday time seems lucrative!

Zoe earns some cash.
Daisy fleeces the punters.

We spent our last night packing stuff away and having a nibbly odds and ends sort of dinner with Grant (you can see a little film about him online here – it’s from a series that we already enjoy, we just had never seen his one!) from Apache. Our friends, Karyn and Jim, pulled up to the same pontoon to meet some friends – it was good to have a little catch-up.

M had us heading out of there at 6am ? – no time for any early morning goodbyes. We had a long day ahead of us.

097/365 • pretty sad to leave Hobart behind this morning ? - the birds and rowers saw us slink out to see... sorry to miss you @teamtwodogs - glad you came over last night xx • . #hobart #morning #farewell #birds #discovertasmania #tassiestyle #b

In contrast to our trip down the east coast, this time we followed Slippery Gypsy – Ben’s catamaran – through the Denison Canal – it was kind of cool to see all the traffic banked up as the bridge opened to let us pass…

M had hoped to stop for a surf in Marion Bay, but we plugged onward, eventually reaching Orford at about 7pm. It was a relief to drop anchor.

Orford. Early morning.

The next few days were full of beautiful sunshine – I had some solitary boat time while M took the Smalls to the mouth of the Prosser River to practice their surfing.

103/365 • last trip into #orford - lots of these guys hanging around, looking at each other sideways ? • . #dinghyview #clearwater #eastcoast #crab #crabby #abcmyphoto #tasmania #discovertasmania #tassiestyle #bellalunaboat #Autumn2017 #cruising

This gave me time to actually edit and fix almost all of the tracks on the map of our travels (which you can find by clicking up the top – or here – on ‘ROUTE’). Yay me! It was a somewhat steep learning curve!

Easter morning, on the way to Maria Island.

100/365 • the Wombat of Easter at Rest • . #mariaisland #wombat #exploring #abcmyphoto #tasmania #discovertasmania #tassiestyle #bellalunaboat #Autumn2017 #cruising

We spent Easter Sunday on Maria Island doing some wombat-spotting and had a bumpy night in Darlington Bay. So bumpy, that we headed back to Orford, on another spectactular morning, to get the hell out of there.

Darlington Bay, Maria Island. Easter Sunday.

Why were we hanging around Orford, instead of continuing up the coast? Because I had ordered new shoes for Small Z a week or two earlier and was having them sent to Orford Post Office. I had not counted on three things:

  • The Denison Canal route making our journey so much quicker
  • Easter, and the public holidays attached to it
  • The ineptitude of Australia Post
  • Thus I tweeted Australia Post – begging to have a delivery date. No matter that the shoes had been in Australia for over a week – they were unable to deal with specifics. In the end, it took a shorter time for the shoes to get to Australia from the USA than it did to get them from Victoria to Tasmania. Hopeless doesn’t even cover it.

    Of course, they arrived the day after we left – and of course we could have stayed an extra day IF WE HAD KNOWN. Gahhhhhhh. In the middle of the shoe-waiting we visited Triabunna for the night to top up our fuel. Stan, the harbourmaster, was no longer in charge, but we were told we could tie up for the night. Huzzah!

    Small Z made us breakfast…

    102/365 • pancake maker • . #6yo #breakfast #pancakes #abcmyphoto #tasmania #discovertasmania #tassiestyle #bellalunaboat #Autumn2017 #cruising

    Mr Chattypants was out in force and people gave him a quince, a book of violin sheet music and two amazing apples…as well as a little bag of coffee (an original blend).

    Triabunna. A perfect morning.

    Both in Orford and Triabunna the Smalls had the opportunity to bust out their scooters and enjoy themselves. This is Small Z’s ‘Death-Hang’…

    Small Z's DEATH-HANG!

    We spent our last morning in Orford double-checking on the inadequacy of Australia Post (and my opinion of them has no relation to the Orford Post Office, which was incredibly helpful – they agreed to forward our mail and return our library books – it’s a pity they aren’t running the whole bloody company).

    After a consoling wifi session at the cafe, where I downloaded a handful of library books for the weeks ahead – and (at the request of M) an animated knots app – we motored back through clear water spotted with spider crabs, and got going.

    Franklin to Kettering to Hobart – hooray!

    We left the Petty Sessions jetty early, about 7am, and left the Huon River behind us. Our first stop was, again, Copper Alley Bay. The blackberries were no longer in season, but we were able to plunder my favourite feral apple tree with enough apples to keep us going for a week or so…

    Looking for apples. Copper Alley Bay. Tasmania

    Should last a few days. DB and Z-Mow.

    Then onward to Kettering, where we wanted to refuel and top up our water. M was keen to catch up with Ben, a guy we had met there before, and seen again in Strahan. It seemed to take an unnecessarily long amount of time to get there – M did all the work, while the Smalls and I lay prone inside and whiled away the hours.

    About ten minutes after we’d tied up, I had the Smalls with me down at the excellent laundry – $4 a load. I put the clothes on to wash and then fed the showers three $2 coins and washed us all. I actually don’t even remember when the Smalls last washed, so it was quite the event.

    On the way back we saw people looking down at the pylons underneath the dock:

    Spider crabs on the pylons at Kettering marina.

    The wifi at Kettering is screamingly fast (via our Ubiquiti antenna) and Small DB delighted in being able to watch ABC iView for kids at whim. Being plugged into shore power can only be described as superbly decadent. Like someone paying for your hotel room, including the minibar. We can run all the lights, the radio, the stove – THE LAPTOP – without a thought for the batteries…

    M, very unusually, went to the pub with his mates from the other catamaran and had a great time. In the morning we hung around until midday to get some more fuel and to catch up with Kerry – who runs the Yamaha shop in Huonville. We were swapping tales of Port Davey, and he described a photo of his son and his son’s friends on TV hill. He later sent us a copy, and it is a fantastic shot – they are all entirely naked… I would *love* to post it here…

    The sail to Hobart took three and a half hours. During that time I had some kind of epiphany about my mobile phone situation.

    [—here comes a tangent—] I have had my trusty iPhone 5s for a few years. About six months ago, Small Brother gifted me his iPhone 6 – for which I was grateful, but would have been much more so had it been unlocked from his US carrier. I tried several avenues – both legal and not – to have it unlocked. All failed. So I used it on wifi and in the last few months have been using it for photos, because it had a better camera.

    But as we sailed toward Hobart on Tuesday, I had finally had enough of having two phones in my life, and got on eBay. By the time we got into Hobart I had sold Small Brother’s phone, and made it to the post office before 5pm to send it on its way.

    My 5s sold later than night. I then had enough money to buy my dream-phone. The iPhone SE. On eBay, of course. It arrived the next day, having been express posted from Adelaide for free by a nice man called Les. I am so excited about the camera! Huzzah!!

    [—end of tangent—]

    At our favourite spot in Hobart, Apache was tied up and we caught up with Grant. We love you Grant!! And, we love you Hobart!! On Wednesday morning we boarded a bus and then walked up the hill to Wonderland the Tip Shop. M wanted a large hand-reel for fishing and found one almost immediately – and even more so when the guy on duty gifted it to him.

    The books there are fantastic if you have the patience to look. However, it always seems like my patience is the longest – because I could stay there all day. I don’t have a problem with accumulating books on the boat, as we op-shop them or do book-swaps as we travel along.

    Small Z got a couple of dresses and I scored a Waverley Wool Mills pure wool blanket for six dollars – JOY! JOY!! I had been hoping to acquire another because the nights are getting very much cooler.

    We ended up walking all the way back from the Tip Shop – stopping halfway for a cup of coffee and tea and also visiting the best op-shop in the world in South Hobart. It was about 4km walk back – we had some proper lunch back a Bella Luna and then ventured back out to Eumarrah – where we spent a stupid amount of money with the intention of beefing up our supplies for the long trip ahead.

    Stopped off at the library and then dragged ourselves back to the boat. A big day, well spent. It’s so lovely to be back in Hobart.

    Eating crabapples at the church in South Hobart. Home of the BEST op-shop ever…

    Port Davey to Franklin via Recherche Bay

    The trip back to Franklin did not daunt me; the weather forecast was good, and the Smalls and I had our minds firmly fixed on the gluten free fish and chips there. We left at about 6am, bidding farewell to Spain Bay and the Breaksea Islands.

    It was useful to have the track we had taken on our way to refer to. We could see Stephens Bay, where we had walked yesterday. This time we went between Flat Witch and De Witt Islands (the latter also known as Big Witch).

    There was a 15 knot northwesterley coasting us along…which sadly dropped away as we got around South Cape…and then turned into an easterly, which was not what we wanted. This necessitated some motoring, then some sailing, then some motoring, and finally at about 9.15pm we arrived at our old anchorage in Recherche Bay near Cockle Creek. A spew-free voyage.

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    Just as we arrived I heard my phone ‘BING’! The first mobile coverage we’ve had in over two weeks. It was the Mothership – a message from seven days before. I called her straight back…the phone call was a long one, as there was a lot to catch up on.

    Particularly the part where another family member had started to worry about us having been out of contact for so long, and that seemed to have caused the worry to become tangible for the Mothership and T – the latter tracked us with sniffer dog precision via the telephone, finding people who had seen us in Strahan and then others who had seen us in Port Davey.

    All assured him that we appeared intact. However, I was told to expect some communication from the Search and Rescue services, who had been notified that we appeared to have gone AWOL. WHAT THE!?

    Sure enough – there was another ‘BING’ on my phone…

    Search and Rescue. OMG!

    The JRCC – the Joint Rescue Co-ordination Centre. Truly.

    I called them. Spoke to a guy called Phil.

    “JRCC, Phil speaking.”

    “Hi Phil, this is Beth from the catamaran Bella Luna – apparently some of my family members got a bit excited while we were down in Port Davey?”

    He laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Happens fairly often. Where are you now?”

    “We left early this morning and have just put the anchor down in Recherche Bay. Sorry for any drama.”

    “No worries. Sounds like you’re having a great time!”

    “Thanks Phil. Bye.”

    These were my first communications with the outside world after a fortnight off the radar. I needed, and made, a strong cup of tea – then passed out.

    At 7am we were back on our way and sailed to Port Huon. Who did we meet on their way downriver? Grant on Apache!

    He had arrived in Franklin the day before we left – had loved it and stayed there a month and was on his way back to Hobart – we caught up and tacked alongside each other before heading our separate ways – we will see him in Hobart soon.

    We had dinner with Ian, Juleen and Rory at the Aqua Grill – home of the GF fish and chips, with outstanding handmade sweet potato cakes. It was so good to be back – we told them of our adventures and our horror of the impending cold weather. They couldn’t believe we weren’t even going to stay a whole week.

    Over the next four days there were many cups of tea. We borrowed the ute for a whole day and did our MOUNTAIN of washing at the excellent laundry in Huonville, and a very big shop to try and replenish our foodstores as best we could until we can make it to Eumarrah – the bulk food shop in Hobart.

    092/365 • it's SO lovely that be back in Franklin *swoons* - we arrived at about 4.30pm yesterday, straight from Recherché Bay. Dinner at the Aqua Bar with our awesome friends, something the Smalls had dreamed of during the last few days of our journey wh

    It was lovely to see Calamity – their little wild kitten – she had become much tamer and happier during our month away. She was very shy of the Smalls, who are a bit noisy and unpredictable, but I managed a pat or two… I wish so much for a boat-cat – but that is another post entirely.

    We collected mail from the post office and mourned the loss of the beautiful apple tree that had made us so happy. The vacant block it was on had sold in our absence and the new owner had seen fit to chop it down entirely. I somehow think that I would not get along with that person, should we have the misfortune to ever meet. Dickhead.

    Our last night in Franklin was spent sitting by the wood heater in Juleen’s loungeroom – the Smalls hot-chocolated and happy – but desperate to stay and have Easter with our friends. We all ate dinner aboard Bella Luna, where M was cranking out the rice-paper rolls.

    Goodbyes are awful. We swapped our last stories, last digital files and I said a wet-eyed goodbye to Juleen and her blokes – they had let us into their house and their hearts.

    093/365 • a misty Franklin morning - Autumn is well and truly will be hard to leave, but we must head north soon to avoid the colding ❄️?• . #franklin #goodmorning #mist #huonriver #boats #tassiestyle #bellalunaboat #Autumn2017 #c

    A walk from Spain Bay to Stephens Bay

    Our last day in Port Davey was spent at Spain Bay – a good place to leave from, and a great place to go exploring. Before we left Bramble Cove, M hared ashore and filled our water containers from the creek we had found the day before. We were halfway to Spain Bay before he realised he’d left his shoes there… Woe!!

    After anchoring in Spain Bay we embarked on a Very Long Walk to Stephens Bay. Obviously more seasoned hikers than us would do it with ease, but for the Smalls – it was a long one.

    Stephens Bay and Spain Bay
    “Along vast, wild Stephens Bay, open to the Southern Ocean, where the breakers pound in endless succession and the rugged spume-wreathed coast rolls south to the formidable pillars of South West Cape, the Needwonne people had earlier made their home. They had camped in the shelter of the great sand dunes north of Noyhener (the beach whose name preserves a word of their language), and found good hunting and gathering at Stephens Beach. Rich sustenance came from seals and mutton-birds on nearby islands, and from shellfish along the rocky headlands. Inland, game abounded — wallabies on the moorlands and buttongrass plains which the Needwonne burned periodically, and swans on sheltered waters nearby. The middens, mainly of abalone and warrener shells, contained stone tools, seal and wallaby bones”.
    Christobel Mattingley,
    National Library of Australia News, Volume XII Number 4

    The track was narrow and in places we lost sight of Small DB entirely. There was mud and puddles and occasional glimpses of our destination…

    Through the undergrowth. Walking from Spain Bay to Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    Walking from Spain Bay to Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    We followed the path through the trees and came to a green mossy clearing, where someone had put together a rope swing. There was a pile of debris that had been collected from the beach. And there was the beach itself – beautiful, windswept, deserted…

    First view of Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    The only other footprints we saw all day were made by wombats, wallabies and birds…
    Pawprints. Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    …and mysterious Small DB pawprints…

    DB. DIY pawprints. Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    It was a little hard for the Smalls – after a snack they wanted to play and frolic, but M was keen to get to the end of the beach where there is an Aboriginal midden. They did have some fun along the way…

    Jumping. Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    I could barely look up from the sand – the driftwood, seaweed, shells, pebbles, pawprints.

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    As we walked there, and on the way back, I collected all the bits of plastic string, bottle caps, plastic bottles… It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I noticed that there were more and more shells…

    “Mum,” said Small Z. “You’re walking through the midden.”

    I was indeed. And it was amazing.

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    Zoe. Midden. Driftwood. Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    The driftwood was completely outrageously spectacular…
    Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    We found a big fat plank of Huon pine, and the remnants of a boat with Huon pine planking, joined with wooden nails. We dug up as much of it as we could, but it was stuck fast beneath the sand.

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    M walked up the sandhills behind the midden and found an astonishing sight. A huge expanse of sand-plain…as big as about six football fields… The Smalls were in heaven.

    Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

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    There was much running and tumbling and climbing done on the sand dunes and flats, but eventually the sun dipped lower in the sky and, in view of the long walk back to the boat, it was time to make a move. A final fossick, a final snack, and we got back on the track to Spain Bay…

    Stephens Beach. South West Tasmania.

    I have found that one of the best ways to get Small DB to tackle distances that might otherwise faze her is to allow her to lead. So she did – all the way back, despite slipping over backwards in the mud twice…

    Toward the end, we were all a bit weary…

    The long walk back from Stephens Beach to Spain Bay. South West Tasmania.

    Back at Spain Bay, Bella Luna was still in sunshine. It had been a good day…a perfect finish to our Port Davey explorations…
    088/365 • yesterday - returning to Spain Bay from a BIG walk to Stephens Bay • . #spainbay #6yo #tasmania #portdavey #southwest #discovertasmania #tassiestyle #bellalunaboat #Autumn2017 #cruising