M was very keen to head to Lady Musgrave. There will be no ‘but’ in this sentence – suffice to say, when he checks out what the weather is going to be doing, he looks at the wind and the swell, not the sun and predicted precipitation. Our second day at Lady Musgrave Island was …
After four or five days drying out with every low tide in Wathumba Creek in deference to the crappy weather, I was more than ready to leave. Our batteries were the worst they’ve ever been – they are supposed to always be around 12.40 – and because of minimal sun and our fixed position, I …
After returning from flitting around the globe, the Mothership and T were keen to go and stay with friends of theirs who have a holiday house in Bargara (hi Kaye!)- right near Bundaberg. The Mothership had nana-yearning to see Small DB for her seventh birthday… By the time we were on Middle Percy Island M …
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 …