As we ready things to leave Deal Island for George Town, two more boats turn up. It’s time to go. I love this place, I love that people visit it – but I don’t want to share it – the very loneliness of the locale leaves me requiring solitude to enjoy it. Meeting caretakers is …
The weird thing about sailing away from our beloved anchorage in the lagoon at Double Island Point is that when/if we return, it’s probably not going to be there. Storms and swell will shift the sandbanks and reshape the whole thing. It might even attain a better formation – who knows! When you look at …
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 …
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 …
The difficulties inherent in boat life are most apparent in inclement weather. For a while it is nice to be in a cosy cabin with a cup of tea and the rain pounding on the hatches, but after a while the positive aspects of my brain are flattened by a lack of sunlight and grey …
Sailing well with Ange and Belle. Due our [failed] real estate aspirations, we have had to forego the west coast of Tasmania. I’m hoping to come back down sometime via the Kent Island Group and then on to King Island and down the west coast instead of up it… but that will have to wait. …