To Darwin

2^nd September 2013

Coral Bay  to Alcaro Bay 11^o 17.400S 131^o 48.099E

Bit rough getting out of Port Essington.  The first time I’ve ever had a wave break in the cockpit and I was soaked.  The Mustang was not looking too good and had to have a lie down.  I could tell she was breathing because of the snoring.  I think she has gone soft after her day at the resort.

 A tired Mustang doing the cockpit crash… snoring like a V8 chain saw…

We’ll get up early and nip through Dundas Straight if the wind drops off.  Quite an interesting little bay and creek…

 Alcaro bay

 

3^rd and 4^th September 2013

Alcaro Bay to Darwin – Fannie Bay 12^o 26.585S 130^o 49.520E

Knight’s Cruising Guide isn’t much help with most of the currents and tide references.  Most of them are well out of date and just can’t be relied on at all.  In reference to Dundas Straight he says that “… it is a treacherous channel which should not be attempted by small boats”.  After discussing it all with another cruiser we decided it would actually probably be “a doddle”.

Following Knight’s instructions we entered the channel four and a half hours after high tide at Darwin at three am, but we were actually two hours too late.  We pushed on, and were almost through the channel when the current changed.  By six AM we were going backwards at half a knot, and attempting to punch into a 30 knot wind.  While we were drifting backwards towards Melville Island, we knew we must have mistimed it as the tankers were all coming the other way with the current.

 Passing tanker while we drift off the channel

The Mustang was not happy (although I wasn’t very impressed either) and I almost turned around and went back out the other way.  We slowed our drift until about 9 o’clock when we were finally able to pinch some wind and point in the right direction, albeit at two knots.  This was going to take longer than we anticipated!  By midday the current had turned with us again, and we were finally making good headway and heading in the right direction both at the same time.  We would have arrived where we were heading at night, so I decided that we should push on through the night and just get to Darwin where it would be easier to find a reasonable anchorage.  It was actually quite a pleasant sail from then on. 

 Calmer sailing into the night…

It took us 22 hours to do 100 nautical miles, so overall not that bad, but I wouldn’t recommend following Knight’s instructions if you want to get through this passage.  Navionics gave us a better prediction, but was still not really ideal – it was about an hour behind.  If we were to do it again we would probably go around Melville Island instead of attempting the passage, but we’re sure it can be done if you can time the currents to go with you correctly.  You probably need a boat that can sit comfortably at about eight knots minimum to get through without too much hassle and get through in one tide.  Ten knots or more would be ideal.  We arrived at Darwin and anchored at Fannie Bay just after one o’clock AM.  As an anchorage location it’s not the smoothest, but everything you need is there including full facilities at the Darwin Sailing Club.  There are shops up the road (walking distance) and you’re only a $2 bus ride from town.

 Sunset at Fannie Bay

Low tide at Fannie Bay means a long walk to the dinghy

We hired a car and spent the first day checking out where to put Charisma for six months.  There are very limited (and very expensive) berths available at this time of year, and very few moorings.  Obviously you have to book in early to get somewhere here, and have to budget for it as well.  We got lucky while walking the docks and met a local shipwright called James.  He told us we’d be buggered to find anything suitable, but he got on his phone and rang a mate called Tony at Global Marine.  They had been thinking of offering a dry stand service.  We made a beeline for his office and convinced him that this was a good business idea.  We even offered to be guinea pigs for him.  He was as excited as we were.  Charisma will be locked up behind gates and safe for the cyclone season.  Tony even lives on site, although I’m not sure if we’re supposed to tell anyone that bit. 

After solving all our problems in the first day we searched for the highlights of Darwin.  Their signwriters must have a sense of humour…

  Yes that is the prison in the background

 Pull the chain and you’ll be flush with attention

 NT Newspaper headlines are a laugh a day… and we thought The West was bad…

 I’ve seen some strange names for boats. I don’t get this one.

 Unfortunately we’re going to miss the Booty Shakin' Competition – I think I would have done well

Monday 9^th September 2013

Time to put the boat away for the season – time to take a sabbatical from our sabbatical.  I’ll have for the next six months now to pay for next year’s sabbatical. 

Things didn’t go exactly as planned today.  Got up at sunrise for a quick coffee and then to drop the Mustang at the boat ramp where we’d left the hire car.  Pulling away from the boat ramp I hit a rock and couldn’t get any drive from Merv’s motor.  The Mustang had already left and I was stranded a good kilometer away from where I was supposed to be putting the boat up on the wharf.  Spent about 20 minutes trying to fix it, but Merv’s donk now has a fatal flaw inside the gearbox.  Started to row – what else could I do?  Meanwhile at Global Marine the crane had turned up and was waiting with engines running.  Six workers were waiting plus the owner and the Mustang, who eventually arranged for the guys to rescue me.  Something had to go wrong, it would have been too easy otherwise.

 Merv being towed back to Global marine. An ignominious end to the cruise for “Mr Reliable” Merv.

 Finally got Charisma aside the wharf and the debate about how to lift him up commenced.   The crane driver wasn’t happy – he had been given to understand he would be lifting a twelve foot boat that weighed nine tonnes.  We wonder what that sort of boat would look like – mostly concrete we reckon…  Tim, the leading hand from Global Marine took charge and had the slings arranged before the crane drivers could change their minds and leave. 

 Tony, Tim and I put on the slings…

Once convinced that it would work … it did!  All went relatively smoothly – actually, really smoothly considering we were really a new experiment for the company’s owners.  So now they have a new business pulling boats out and storing them for the wet for others who need such a service.  At about half the price of a mooring or a marina – we can really recommend them to anyone needing to get their craft out of the wet for the season. 

 … out of the water…

…across the wharf…

 …the first yacht parked in the yard.

Merv’s donk was diagnosed with a blown gearbox, so it was donated to one of the workers there, and now we have a great reason to get the ten HP we always wanted.   Then it was time to prepare for an extended stay on the hard. The Mustang took control of trying to deal with moisture build up inside the boat.  She has buckets of cat litter throughout the boat as well as open boxes of bi-carb for the cupboards.

 A Bi-carb tea bag (patent pending).

 …to protect the all important ‘Bill shirts’ and flannies.

 

Well it’s back to reality for a few months…

Coming soon….

“The Bogun’s tour of the Kimberley – A Cruising Guide”

 

Goulburn Islands to Port Essington

26^th  August 2013

North Goulburn Island to Malay Bay  11^o 24.050S 132^o 53.985E

Left North Goulburn Island at 5:30 and motor-sailed for 8½ hours to Malay Bay.  We started off with about 20kn winds, but they were behind us all the way and didn’t help us much.  So we averaged only about 4.5kn all the way.  The Mustang is feeling a lot better …

 and is starting to do the ‘boat babe’ thing on watch.

Still, we got here and found the perfect spot to anchor.  Fortunately we arrived about an hour before low tide so we could ensure we had a good depth below us to anchor.  The tide is really low today (0.29m) and the beach is a long way out at low tide.

 Low tide at Malay Bay

We dropped Merv in the water as soon as we were sure we anchored securely and went for a walk along the top of the bay.  The first thing we came across on the beach were some tracks from someone’s 4-wheeler, so obviously someone either lives near here or is camped nearby. 

 Four wheeler tracks

The Mustang really came prepared with suitable bush walking attire. I'm not allowed to take a photo of her sandshoes with the toes cut out...

There’s a very small creek with some small ponds, but the bait fish there are too small to be any good.  The area is also popular with crocs – we saw two sets of tracks in our short half-hour trek.  They’re only small crocs though – the largest only about 4 feet.

 Croc resting place

When we got back to our landing spot we found Merv was still out of water, so we parked under a couple of trees and had a kip for an hour while we waited for the tide to come in a bit more.  Early night tonight after our long day, but we plan to explore the area a bit more tomorrow. And hopefully catch a fish for dinner.

 The locals who shared our shade trees

 Feeding them spare bait

 Walk along the high tide wall.

The Mustang picked up the odd shell. She’ll have a full suitcase.

We are out of meat now and there’s no ice left in the fridge, so I needed to catch a fish for dinner. 

Can’t identify this fish we had for dinner. It could be a lost Morwong taking a holiday up north? It was our dinner and tasted nice. Illegal immigrant?

 

 last night at Malay bay

 

28^th  August 2013

Malay Bay to Raffles Bay  11^o 14.969S 132^o 25.150E

Started out about 7AM hoping to time our arrival at Bowen Strait to coincide with the ebbing tide.  We actually managed to time it really well, arriving about an hour after the tide turned.  This gave us about one extra nm in speed of travel, which we desperately needed as the wind speed all morning never got over 3 knots.  So we motored the whole way but managed to average about six knots overall. 

 The Gove- Darwin barge overtakes us again in the straight

 Multitasking  Sailing and songwriting...  The Mustang has added her verse to the 'Mermaid song' so it will be ready for recording when I get back.

The Mustang crashed for the day with what she claimed was a headache, so I went out in Merv and scouted the islands for signs of life.  I even found a good sized starfish for the Mustang’s shell collection – should I be encouraging her? 

Entrance Island at the southern entrance to Raffles Bay

Headed for the mainland to check out the area for bait fish and found that the area is pretty well surrounded with some seriously heavy duty and deep mud.  If you’re going to anchor here (and don’t worry that Navionics says it’s all rocks because we didn’t see anything but sand and mud covered with sand), do be careful to watch the tide times.  Go ashore as the tide is going out and just keep moving your tender a bit further out as it moves further out.  You will get stuck in the mud when you go to fetch it back to shore, usually up to your knees.

29^th August 2013 – Raffles Bay

We took our time this morning, having a relaxing read on board before we went to explore the mainland a bit.  This needed caution, and some snowshoes would have helped too – your feet sink into the sand almost a foot deep as you walk along the shore, no matter where you are in relation to the waterline.  We went in about four hours before low tide and found a nice shady tree to sit under. 

 Beach walking is hard work here. Even if you aren’t carrying the shell collection…

Just about here we found four fresh boot tracks. No more, just 4. Less than 2 hours old. Never saw or heard a boat land.  The Phantom wears bloodstones?

There are lots of trees here and it looks quite green from the boat, but once here you can see that all the undergrowth has been eaten by cattle (plenty of footprints everywhere), and it looks a bit sad and barren.  Still, we managed a bit of a walk to the point and back, and then just relaxed and watched the baitfish jumping out of the way of the baby sharks.  I actually caught a baby shark using the bait fish night before last but it was only about 7 inches long.  How it managed to get its mouth around the baitfish I couldn’t work out. 

When we returned to the boat we had a visit from a local false killer whale.   Wasted a bit of time trying to catch it on film, but we did manage to catch a glimpse of it for you.

 False killer whale at Raffles Bay. Obviously not a True killer whale.(That's a Maffs joke...)

Overall today has just been an R&R day, although the Mustang showed me how to make her famous beer bread at last.  Unfortunately some moron had purchased wholemeal flour instead of white flour, so I think the end result might have been a bit short of my expectations.  It looked like bread, if you like that flat Lebanese stuff they sell you in bakeries these days, but it definitely smelled like bread and the taste was like a cross between bread and the scones I make.  It didn’t rise as much as it should have, but that was because the oven wasn’t hot enough (apparently).  She promises to do better once we’re on land, at home, with a proper oven, and with all the correct ingredients instead of just half of them.  So, without any meat we’re having pumpkin soup and flat beer bread for dinner, and more bread – this time with jam – for dessert.  

 Tomorrow we’re heading for Port Essington, where we’ll top up with water, maybe have a shower at the campsites, and hopefully even get some more ice.

30^th  August 2013

Raffles Bay to Port Essington (bay north off Reef Point)  11^o 12.445S 132^o 11.339E

We left Raffles Bay about 7AM and motor-sailed with the tide to Port Essington.  The wind was non-existent at that hour of the day (1 to3kn), but picked up about 10:30 to 8kn so we put the Genoa out.  It didn’t help much, but we did average 5kn and arrived here at out anchor point at 1:00PM, so we made good time.  We saw a few boats on the way including a fishing boat that overtook us at a great rate of knots, but no wildlife at all – no dolphins, turtles or even fish. 

 Fishing boat overtakes us... why is everyone in a rush?

On arrival I went to the Ranger Station to see whether the shop sold ice here and – guess what – they’ve closed the shop and turned it into a Visitor’s Centre!

the closed shop!!
Business opportunity??

 So despite our information from friends there is no shop, no ice cream and, more importantly, NO ICE.  I found a tap at the boat ramp that I used to get some water.  It’s got one of those anti-vandal taps on it, but the one next to it is just connected to the reticulation, so I undid that one to fill my jerry cans.  It took three trips to fill the water tank, and I’ll have to return tomorrow morning to refill the jerry cans so we’ve got some spare.  Tomorrow we’re going to travel down the Port to the site of the Victoria ruins – a settlement that was set up in 1838 and deserted again in 1849.  There is also a resort on the opposite side of the bay from the Ranger Station which we’ll visit – maybe they can give us some ice.

31 August 2013

Port Essington (bay north off Reef Point) to Coral Bay  11^o 11.4704S 132^o 3.311E

Rather than spend the day walking in the heat through the ruins of the Victoria settlement we finished off the water runs. The lack of refrigeration is finally getting to us. We’ve started planning to make the run to Darwin and a cold drink. We went back up to the ranger station and looked at the photos of the ruins instead. Finally saw a couple of cane toads…

…on the road.

The Mustang spent the trip across the bay on watch at the bow talking to the dolphins that led us into this very nice anchorage.

 “Hello kids.” She likes talking to them...
(They don't talk back)

The seven spirit resort looks really well kept. We went for a walk through to let them know to expect two more for dinner in the restaurant but couldn’t find anyone. The bay we are anchored in is one of the most scenic we’ve been in so far.

Well, we went back into the resort before sunset and the only staff we could find were these guys cutting the lawn.

Gardening staff

We waited for an hour on the front deck overlooking the bay. It began to dawn on the Mustang that she wasn’t going to get her ice cream fix.

 Where’s my ice cream!

So it was back to the boat for pizza. Pizza is our standby meal. Salami doesn’t need refrigeration although the cheese is becoming dubious.

1^st September 2013

The staff for the resort came back late last night. As they had no visitors they had taken the newer staff to the ruins for a bit of a familiarization. If we had got in earlier we could have gone with them. Anyway we’ve moved around and anchored in front of the resort and have ordered lunch over the radio. Steak and salad for me (red meat, drool, drool…) and of course ice cream for the Mustang. She’s had a special BM this morning to make room.  Don’t ask her what the stick is for – she won’t tell you.

Had lunch with a great view at the resort.  The steak was seriously thick and excellently cooked.  The salad was coleslaw, but it satisfied our need for vegetables, in company with the French fried chips. 

 View from our table

Steak, egg and chips!

The price is right – only $30 per person.  But you have to add $10 per person for the ice cream sundaes.  They were worth it though.  I had two spoonsful and the Mustang cleaned up the rest. 

 Mine. Mine. Mine.
Though shalt covert thy neighbour's parfait glass

The staff have invited us back for dinner tonight, and even though it’s just a barbecue, we accepted anyway.  A really great resort. It's been going for over twenty years but the new owners have really bought it up too scratch in the last three years.  Yachties are welcolme and they even have a pontoon with water that we could have tied up to if I hadn't of lugged it from the beach the day before.

Enjoyed our little luxury stop here that I am going to include the resorts on the Kimberley coast in the planning for next year.  The Mustang reckons the title for the book will be "The cashed up bogun's tour of the Kimberley."  

Galiwinku to Goulburn Islands

If the blog sounds a bit different it is because the Mustang has taken over the words. She can’t bear to see one more incorrectly placed comma or, those ‘infuriating’ and so on’s… she says…. Control: that’s what it’s about… She is still writing from my perspective??? 

I, however can still mess with it editorially as it gets posted.  Sub headings and picture captions are my domain… hahahahahaha

18^th August 2013

Galiwinku to North West Crocodile Island   11^o 42.1878S 135^o 8.920E

Last night a bush fire (started by black lightning) on the side of the hill facing us (which had been put out by the fire crews during the afternoon) started up again when the wind changed.  It took almost two hours before the fire crews turned up again and then spent their time lighting up the rest of the hill to burn off all the undergrowth so it didn’t endanger any of the properties.  It made for an interesting light show at night.  Bush fires seem pretty common here – we saw three the day before and two yesterday, but none of them offered us the show this one did.

 Fire on the hillside

 Night-time fireworks at Galiwinku

Went ashore first thing this morning to get enough ice to fill the fridge – it seems to be the best place to keep things cold even though it isn’t working.  The eski  I bought is a waste of time – the ice in it was all melted within six or eight hours, so now we’re just keeping our long life milk in there as we use it.

There are several small blue dragonflies around these islands.  One came to visit us on the boat and hung around for a while.

 Blue dragonfly hitches a ride

Left Galiwinku about nine o’clock on the outgoing tide and motor-sailed to here in about seven hours.  On the way we saw a ship on the horizon – probably the barge that services the communities we left behind on its’ way to Gove. Remember that… 

 Gove vegies have to arrive before Tuesday

The wind was only 7 to 8 knots so it didn’t help us much, and we got here just on high tide which was a pain because we couldn’t see the rocks that are all along the shoreline here.  We ended up anchoring about 500m out near the south end of the island just to be safe.  We’re stopping here for tonight and going to leave in the early hours and head for King River.  There are supposed to be 20 plus knot winds coming in on Tuesday so, we want to get there before then.

Took Merv to the island for a walk around. 

 The Mustang just loves climbing sand hills.

There were other footprints here (boot prints even), so somebody has been here recently.  We found dozens of turtle nests along the shore, and even one where the babies had come out as recently as last night or this morning.  There weren’t any crocodile tracks so the name is a misnomer, but it is just one of a set of islands called crocodile. 

 Turtle nests

 Baby turtle tracks

19^th August 2013

North West Crocodile Island to Arrala Bay  11^o 48.093S 133^o 39.520E

A long day… 20hours of motor sailing to cover 90nm.  Pretty slow going. CAUTION: Navionics shows two very small islets due north of Guion Point here but they’re not there – they’re under water.  We strongly recommend you pass to the north of both of them.  We didn’t go directly over them as we showed three metres just outside of the northern one, so we turned north to go around them.  We anchored in the middle of the bay as it was the only place to get some reasonable shelter from the wind and waves.  We tried to get in to the first creek around Guion point which Navionics says has 3.6m of water over it, but even though we arrived just before high tide our depth sounder told us there was only 2.6m and this was still some distance out from the shore.  So we turned west and slowly went across the bay until we found 4m and anchored there.  We stayed a good 500m or more from the shore as there are supposed to be rocks along here.  It all looks like sandy beaches, but we didn’t want to take any chances.  Losing one anchor along the trip makes you pretty cautious.  We didn’t go ashore here as we were both worn out but we could see more turtle tracks and nests there. 

The batteries are fully charged at last, although the solar panel controller looks like it has died.  There’s power going into it from the solar panels, but nothing going to the batteries.  Also the cockpit light has died.  Seems everything does go at once.  There’s some serious electrical re-wiring to be done on this vessel before we tackle another big trip like this one.

After we had anchored and turned off the motor (ahhh – peace and quiet at last) we kept hearing a sound from outside the boat in the water that we can’t identify.  Call us crazy but it sounds just like someone farting.  I started off blaming the Mustang and she swore it wasn’t her and that it must be me, but it was definitely outside the boat and in the water.  If anyone knows what it is that makes this sound, please leave a comment and let us know – it’s driving us crazy trying to figure it out.

We’re having an early night tonight – high tide is at 6:30AM tomorrow at King River and we want to get there just after that at slack tide so we can get in, so it will be a relatively early start in the morning.

 

20^th August 2013

Arrala Bay to King River 11^o 52.776S 133^o 30.876E

Left early like we planned and managed to time our arrival at King River quite well.  We must caution anyone coming here that there are A LOT of hidden sandbanks in this river.  We had to motor slowly and watch the depth gauge to ensure we didn’t hit bottom, and bear in mind this is at high tide.  We got quite far down the river to our current position, which is about 6nm from the river entrance, but it was tricky.  Dropped Merv in the water to go for a trawl, intending to go to the beach area at the river entrance to get some live bait.  Checked out a few creeks along the way trying to find some ideal locations for our crab pots, but frankly there are so many areas you can just about throw them overboard anywhere and you’re likely to get something.  The place is absolutely full of mangroves with very few landing areas, and almost no sandy bits.

 King river mangroves.

The Mustang caught another grunter on the way, a bit bigger than the last one but not much.  A bit further on she hooked and brought in a spotted mackerel that gave her a bit of grief.  Once in the boat it jumped and managed to share the lure with her hand.  Damned fish.  But at least she’s now added two more species to her list – spotted mackerel and homo sapiens.

 Fish revenge

The fish was well hooked with two hooks, so it took a bit of careful handling to get both hooks out of it without adding more to her.  Then it was just a matter of cutting the hook from the lure with a seriously rusty pair of pliers – tetanus anyone?  We decided to continue on to the beach area to actually remove the hook (so we weren’t in a moving boat) as it was a lot closer than Charisma, but that didn’t work out well either.  The sandbank at the beach area (this is the one on the east side of the river) extends for a couple hundred metres, making it impossible to get even close to even in Merv.  So we headed across the river mouth to the other side, which has some sandy areas a bit easier to get into, but quite muddy. 

 King River Doctor’s Surgery waiting room

A nearby tree provided a good surgery table.

 cut off the hook

 Cut off the barb and then pull out the hook

  The Mustang extracts her revenge with the pliers. She was a brave little soldier so I gave her a lollie as she was leaving the surgery.

We took a walk along the mangroves here, just to have a walk and stretch our legs a bit, then headed back to the boat for some basic first aid supplies like antiseptic, betadine and a light painkiller (double shot of rum of course).  On the way back to Charisma we caught another spotted mackerel – a bit bigger this time – but we let it go as we had plenty of crab bait.  Fishing with the leftovers off the back of the boat in the evening we lost bait, hook, leader and about half a metre of line to something out there.  A quick pull on the line and then gone – the lot.  There’s big fish out here!

21^st August

 King river sunrise

A bit of late start today.  The Mustang needed a day off so she stayed on the boat. I went and did then hunter gatherer thing so here it is in pictures…

First check the crab pots. The first two were empty with the baits and cages missing. The third one had ... ...two sharks and three crabs!

The biggest shark was about 3 foot long and was curled around the net. He was cut up for bait to replace the two empty nets. I parked Merve on a mud back and caught some live bait then took 2 Deadly for some trolling up the western creek.  It’s a bit of a fisho’s paradise.  A pic of each species…

 Mangrove Jack.  I was tempted to keep this one to eat but it’s crabs already tonight.

 Fingermark Perch (another yummy species)

 The Grunter are desperate. Two fish on the one lure!

This little cod was very ambitious trying to eat 2 Deadly.  Unless he was trying to do something else? Tell him he’s dreaming…

Back to check the crabs nets…

 One shark and six crabs this time. A much better ratio.

Prepare the days catch for the kitchen…

 It is really good to have the right tools available for the job.

Dinner at sunset and float the live baits out the back for the turn of the tide.

 sunset dinner

 

22^nd August

Sunrise. Time to go fishing again…

A 60’ cruiser came in the day after us and I met the guys out fishing.  They turned up this morning with three 20L blocks of ice!  Big thanks to Timmy, Kenny and BJ. Disappointingly their boat wasn’t called the good ship ‘South Park ‘
The Mustang went trolling for a couple of hours and she added to her species list.

Grunter. She’s learnt to hold the fish out for the pose to make it look bigger

 Cod. This arm’s length stuff may be going a bit far now.

 Trevally. That’s a more honest photo.

Only an average session this morning with a lost lure and nothing really for dinner so I threw out a live bait at low tide and caught us dinner.

 Self sufficiency.

23^rd August 2013

King River to Mullet Bay – North Goulburn Island 11^o 31.651S 133^o 23.395E

We got attacked by sandflies yesterday so it was time to get out of the mangroves and head out into some blue water. There is a community on South Goulburn Island so we are in the southernmost bay of the North Island.  It is good sand but you have to park a fair way out to avoid the reefs that are exposed at low tide.

The obvious anchorage is in front of the telecom tower (complete with eagle’s nest of course). Ashore there is a goat farm. Well there is a shed with some goats hanging around it. We stayed on the beach and didn’t bother going for a look. Plenty of things for the kids to do.

 It don’t mean a thing if it ‘aint got that swing...

At the southernmost point, which we named…

 Last tree point…

there is another shack with some beach buggies…

Pic 28 that are a bit bogged at the moment and someone has been here cooking turtle recently…

 Turtle soup bowl.

The lizards here have left an impression

 sand tracks.

The mustang hasn’t been feeling well.  She may have ahd a bit of a reaction to the insect bites or more likely, overindulged in mud crabs at King River. We are going to have a pjamie day tomorrow while she recovers and let the wind blows itself out.

Unhappy Mustang.

We didn’t even leave the yacht on Saturday although I moved us further north along the bay to get a bit more protection from the wind.

On Sunday we went ashore in the morning for a …

Roast veg for lunch.

 The Mustang is feeling a bit better and is now a somewhat happier Mustang

The bay here is really being eroded away and the shoals go a long way out. 

 Pandanas erosion

beach day camp at North Goulburn Island.