While at the helm of our beloved Lady Nelson, battling the high
seas and raging waves up the east coast of Tasmania, just past Schouten
Island, I looked longingly at the entrance to Schouten Passage as we
passed by.
Then, just as I had given up all hope of having a peaceful
breakfast in the reasonable quiet waters of Bryan’s Bay, the order
came:
“Turn her around and head to the left of that ‘lumpy bit’”.
Wow! That was all I needed to know. I had been watching that space
slide past for the last 20 minutes or so, and knew exactly where to go.
I brought our Lady gently around (no half donuts here) and headed for
the Passage.
The quieter waters inside the Bay were a welcome relief for the
crew, with most of us enjoying one of Vivienne’s hearty breakfasts, the
others resting their tummies.
Alas, that was the only rest we got on the ‘up’ trip to the Tamar,
although the weather did abate a bit the further north we got.
Once safely berthed alongside ‘our pontoon’ at Beauty Point, a
midnight feast was enjoyed by all crew in the saloon, put on by
Vivienne. It was all smiles and a good winding down in a much-relaxed
atmosphere, then a calm night’s sleep. Alright for some, but others
missed the ‘gentle’ rocking movement! HA!
By Your Roving Eye
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