Musings

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 …

Going surfing

Surfing. It’s a mindset. The ability to throw oneself into the cold cold water, even though you are far more comfortable when dry. The mental strength required to squeeze your tea (or coffee) warmed body into a skin tight black tube and ignore the fact that you’re about to douse yourself in enough saline to …

Double Island Point.

This thing we’re doing, the day-hopping, we began in order to avoid sleeping whales. I tend to believe that the risk of hitting a sleeping whale is far less than something more mundane, such as being run over by a car. The noise that the boat makes as it sloshes its way through the water …