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June 2019 Newsletter
Dear
Friends;
As this
story shows, my itchy feet have me on the move again.
“Push her a
bit more to starboard,” I call to David.
“I’ll hold
her while you start up the windlass,” Marcus calls to me.
I run the
length of the boatyard at my Kawau Island home base in North Cove, then begin
taking the strain on the hauling line. The big windlass grinds and whirrs and
slowly my little Herreshoff keeler Felicity
comes clear of the water. Her specially fitted trailer keeps her keel centered,
her hull well supported as she rolls up the stone ramp and onto the flat
ground. I enjoy the camaraderie as the three of us work together to ensure she
is settled perfectly, trailer sitting level, wheels jacked up and tires clear
of the ground. But at the same time I feel a little sad. She is just the first
of five boats we are storing away for what could be more than a year.
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| One last gathering of friends from North Cove before we packed up to run away from winter. |
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April 2019
Dear Friends,
I watch three black swans winging their way through the quiet cul-de-sac where we lay at anchor in Iola Bay. The sound of their slowly flapping wings carries clearly across the evening-stilled water. The shrill cries of a heron ring out and seem to echo off the rock-lined shore that enfolds us. The towering rocky crags of Mount Rugby just a mile north of us across Bathurst Channel, catch the last rays of sun. There is not one sign of humans or human habitation anywhere around us. The only visible hint of trails in this wilderness area turn out to be the tracks made by wombats scrambling through the thick, rough brush looking for something, anything, to eat. I am lounging comfortably in the cockpit, feeling repleat – the reason? We have reached our goal. We are now on the wild west coast of Tasmania in a magnificent, rugged multi-armed mini-inland sea that offers the southern-most accessible safe anchorage in Australia. The nearest road, the nearest village with any shops is at least a hundred miles away by sea, and six days walking (tramping) by land.
I watch three black swans winging their way through the quiet cul-de-sac where we lay at anchor in Iola Bay. The sound of their slowly flapping wings carries clearly across the evening-stilled water. The shrill cries of a heron ring out and seem to echo off the rock-lined shore that enfolds us. The towering rocky crags of Mount Rugby just a mile north of us across Bathurst Channel, catch the last rays of sun. There is not one sign of humans or human habitation anywhere around us. The only visible hint of trails in this wilderness area turn out to be the tracks made by wombats scrambling through the thick, rough brush looking for something, anything, to eat. I am lounging comfortably in the cockpit, feeling repleat – the reason? We have reached our goal. We are now on the wild west coast of Tasmania in a magnificent, rugged multi-armed mini-inland sea that offers the southern-most accessible safe anchorage in Australia. The nearest road, the nearest village with any shops is at least a hundred miles away by sea, and six days walking (tramping) by land.
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| Mount Rugby is just across the channel from the perfectly protected Iola Cove |
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