The Bermagui Wharf is excellent. The people of Bermagui, by and large, are also excellent. It is quite possible I would be happy to spend a month or two tied up to the jetty – however, space is at a premium because of ongoing construction work, so it’s probably not an option.
We frequented the library, the excellent Mister Hope cafe, went for walks (some went for more than others) and watched fishing boats leaving and returning with fish and cockles. Ate too many chips. Our autopilot part was delivered – we were just waiting on the wind.
On Thursday the Smalls and I awoke to find the trimaran Tarangau rafted up alongside us, and M looking gleeful – new people to chat to! Weirdly, he already knew them – Tarangau had just been sailed out of the same boatyard that we occupied for ten years. I was so intrigued to see the interior because for many years we had the 24ft version of the same boat.
Deb, one of the Tarangau crew, made us dinner (despite the to-ing and fro-ing of the captain on when we were actually going to leave). The Smalls and I ate a bowl of hot veg with butter – that boat is so comfy! Eventually farewelled Bermagui just as the sun was going down, disentangling from our new mates at the jetty – they were staying one more night.
It seemed to take FOR-EV-ER to get to Tathra – once the lights of the town became visible they seemed to remain the same distance away for hours and hours. We’d left late to take advantage of the wind turning around. At about midnight we were close enough to the wharf to be dazzled by the floodlights they have going at night. Anchored. There was considerable motion in the ocean, which abated when a southerly came through at about 4am.
By 10am we were on the jetty with our friends and having a coffee in the cafe. We then trooped to the op-shop and found Small Z a pair of hiking boots, before heading toward Kianniny and Jean’s beautiful house. I felt to lucky to be able to have another opportunity to visit!! The Smalls and I stayed over there Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights – it was bliss – particularly as I’ve been feeling under the weather, and Small DB was heading the same way.
We baked a cake, made biscuits, took Jindi the Bordoodle for walks, and the Smalls had a riot of a time in the backyard on the rope swing with Small N and Small L. I made a frightening attempt at playing beach volleyball on Sunday morning (my first effort since Year 10) and we all went for a whale sighting sail.
There were no whales. “Where are all the whales,” M asked the world at large. A whale appeared not far away. “Oh. There they are!”
After sailing for a couple of hours we took Bella Luna into Kianniny Bay – something I’d been hoping to do ever since I saw it. We managed it with M’s judicious use of ropes and anchors. The former port and starboard, the latter – front and back. The locals were confounded – apparently we were the second catamaran in 13 years to do such a thing.
I did not pay the anchorage quite the attention I would have had I not had an awesome house five minutes walk up the hill to covet.
M and Ford St Clair did some snorkelling and stingray watching, Small Z and Small N jumped off a few high rocks, Jean went home to bake a lemon polenta cake, and All Was Very Good.