As soon as we returned from spending a couple of nights away from the boat it was action stations. Stupid amounts of shopping. Wrapping one’s head around the possibility of not seeing a shop for two or three weeks. Trying and failing to concoct meal plans and shop accordingly. M held himself admirably in check …
Ford St Clair invited his mate Jean to sail with us from Sydney to Bermagui. We enjoyed her company and delivered her safely after taking a week to make it down. She promised to return the next day with her two daughters, and Jindi the Bordoodle. It rained, so we ate hot chips in the …
“We’ve got a couple of choices,” said M, as we sat on the sand at Bayview yesterday afternoon. “The weather is pretty much going to be ballistic for the next week, which means we’ll have to stay in Pittwater, or…” “Or?” “Or we can leave early in the morning before the ballistic really kicks in …
Immediately after our boat no longer held nine people. NINE! Small DB and I got sick. She had a fever and felt like a sludgy slug. I felt the same, minus the fever. Glerg. I literally did nothing for at least four days. On the positive side – we caught up with our friends on …
Boom! Belatedly we realised that our steering is busted. It amazes me that it took this long to discover… It must have happened incrementally over time. I was under the foggy impression that when the autopilot belt broke, M had done something to alter the steering – this had resulted in the wheel being super-stiff; …
If Yamba hadn’t been getting hotter and more mosquitoey, it would have been harder to leave than it was. We had a final morning of Bush School in Iluka on the 13th of February and said goodbye to our friends – all of whom we hope to see again sometime before May. That day the …