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 …
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 …
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 …