The sail from Middle Percy Island was not a whole lot of fun – splashy and bumpy – but all the hatches were CLOSED and so there were no mishaps – thank the lord for small mercies. Eventually M was coerced by the conditions to detour to Hexham Island. GOOD! We made rock stacks to […]
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Middle Percy Island. Again…
It is a delectable feeling to be back in a place you know and love. None of the trepidation that comes with a new anchorage, a comfortable knowledge of what to expect once you go ashore. After the previous few days, it was a very soothing prospect. Our first morning we motored Foamy into the […]
Brampton Island to Curlew Island
All the people on this boat who are not M agree that the sail from Brampton Island was hideous. It was as if the universe had decided to give us a shake – get that lazy Whitsunday perfection out of our systems. The sea was muddled and messy, the wind felt considerable and the sky […]
Hill Inlet
We hoped to spend a couple of days at Hill Inlet – a spot at the back of the famous Whitehaven Beach (one of only seven silica sand beaches in the world) that is generally only accessible by multihulls as the water is very shallow. In some places the water dries out – and we […]
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Nara Inlet x 2
Five days in Airlie Beach was enough. M fought the toilet and won – although he was literally sprayed with shit three times during the process. Bella Luna stank like a sewer and the Smalls and I tried to make ourselves scarce. The toilet itself wasn’t the problem. The pipes had gradually built up layers […]
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Bowen to Airlie Beach via Double Cone Island
Our intention had been to go exploring around the islands for the rest of the week before heading back to Airlie Beach, however, the toilet started being recalcitrant and then stopped working altogether. After bidding Horseshoe Bay goodbye we had stopped again at the Eco Resort on the Gloucester Passage so the Smalls could frolic […]
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Bowen
Should I ever need to disappear myself from society in general, I could do worse than live on a boat attached to a pile mooring in Bowen. It would set me back $64 a week and I would just have to cope with the occasional cyclone. (All this rests upon the supposition that I would […]
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Airlie Beach
When Cyclone Debbie did her thing back on 28 March 2017 we were tucked away in Port Davey, on Tasmania’s west coast, with no phone reception. We had zero connection to the outside world. Thus, the flattening of many areas of the Whitsundays pretty much passed us by – but upon walking around Airlie Beach […]
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Starsailing. A win. A coral island.
I take my shift at 11pm, having slept about an hour and a half out of the previous three. It’s still a revelation to get out into the dark of the cockpit and find the air devoid of chill. There is no wind, or almost none but a barely perceptible breath that makes the telltails […]
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Double Island Point to Fraser Island
It felt a little monumental to have made it to Wide Bay – and Fraser Island particularly. The Wide Bay Bar crossing (known to be notorious) was completely benign, and as we sailed toward Fraser Island, M was particularly elated. I remain a puzzle to him, as I had little elation and he couldn’t understand […]