Rainbow Beach Lagoon. One of the most perfectly sublime days ever. The water in the lagoon was a complete glass-out, and from the kayak I could see ALL. THE. THINGS. A big skulking flathead, many bream and three turtles. Then I started to spot the sleeping stingrays – tails like long dead-straight sticks are the …
I am very happy here. There are many birds. There are friendly people, but not too many friendly people. There are more bicycles than cars. As I write this I am looking at all the Sooty Terns settling in for the night on the point amongst a mixture of moss, grasses and scrubby looking teatree. …
We left Dillons Bay for a little anchorage that we hoped would be a bit calmer – Ponusia Bay. The sail was fairly craptastic – everything banging around, the Smalls left all the hatches unlocked on the port side ceiling, I left the one above my pillow unlocked. Wet, wet, wet. Gah, gah, gah. Small …
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 …