Anchorages

Stuck.

We’ve been in Coffs Harbour for over ten days, anchored out on the south side of the jetty because we’re too cheap to pay $380 a week at the marina. We literally can’t leave – despite having plane tickets to fly out of Sydney on September 14th. Why? The wind. It insists on blowing from …

Creaky

I appear to be increasingly weather intolerant. As I type I can feel the slightest sprinkle of rain being blown through the hatch behind me which is opened less than an inch. It is as if some malevolent force has moved a pocket of weather from Melbourne and deposited it upon me. The past four …

K’gari. Up the top.

I am at the top of Fraser Island. Or K’gari, which is it’s proper name. It means ‘paradise’ in the language of the Butchulla people. It is, in fact, quite paradisical. The sand is white, the water is aquamarine, and when anchoring the boat, I could see the chain laying across the sea bed with …

Gold Coast dreaming

Ah the Gold Coast. Southport, to be specific. Home to the lumbering elderly, the down and out, the fucked up druggies, people decamping from other countries, and a few who have built humpies on rafts, whacked on an outboard motor and floated them out into Bum’s Bay, where they’re photographed from the air every seven …