'Houses are but badly built boats so firmly aground that you cannot think of moving them. They are definitely inferior things, belonging to the vegetable not the animal world, rooted and stationary, incapable of gay transition. The desire to build a house is the tired wish of man content thenceforward with a single anchorage. The desire to build a boat is the desire of youth, unwilling yet to accept the idea of a final resting-place'. - Arthur Ransome





'For the truth is that I already know as much about my fate as I need to know. The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I will do with my allotted time. I can remain on shore, paralysed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze.'
-Richard Bode



Thursday, August 26, 2010

Darwin here we come........

Well here we are 58.56 nm. out from Darwin and really late with my blog……sorry.

Chris yesterday caught his first ever Spanish Mackerel and popped it back, catch and release they call it. Why would you do that to one of the top eating fish? Well I think finally he is fished out.
We left for Parry Harbour on the 10thAugust and that was the beginning of our new motor concerns. Needless to say after 6 injectors out and back in, undoing this and fiddling, spraying petrol while covered with a fire blanket, plus so much more, one motor has had a great holiday and will be seen to tomorrow…..
Fresh water cove found us again, plus the friendly tawny sharks. The lovely fresh water had dropped since our last visit on Julia Day, but there was still sufficient to sit in and gather to wash our clothes.
McGowans to pick up our part, refuel and have a warm shower. While we were there Bill, Sandy and Chris joined Paul on his fishing charter .They had a great time and our freezers are full.
Our daily passage making has had to be adjusted as our speed has been reduced with only one motor. FA have taken on the role of guardian angels and leave after us and follow…just in case.
King George River, magnificent etc. were the words from Sue and Chris as we motored up to the slow running waterfalls. We climbed up to the top again and it was comforting to find the small red wool that some enterprising person had left there last time to show the way. We swam and enjoyed the twin falls top pool as the other had dried up.
Weather is the person in charge of any sea going passage and we had been monitoring the slow moving high of 1024 south. The forecast to cross Joseph Bonaparte Gulf was unreal and with our wee problems we made a decision to go and a dream crossing it was, flat mirror calm all the way.
A lay day at Port Keats and to transfer fuel from one tank to another with the aid of our wash down hose, Bills bits and pieces plus Gaffa tape to hold all together…..what an inventive lot the 2 boats are to solve a problem.
Look our Darwin here we come…….
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