Cruising Marinas - Manly and Mooloolaba

The sea of boats in East Coast Marina, Manly, with the Super Moon rising.

I enjoy being in a marina.  Downside is it costs money - some marinas are more expensive than others - but on the whole they're all about the same modest price.  Then again, to me, there are a good many upsides.  

First, there's no worry about the anchor dragging while snugly tied into a berth.  Sometimes the berth is a wee bit too snug and, once in it, all I can think of is, "how are we going to get out of here?!".  In spite of the usual worry about getting out,  it's easy to get a good night's sleep in a marina.

Second, I feel like the weather can't get me.  This is pretty much true but, of course, if the wind decides to blow very hard, or the sea gets big & angry or the lightning is really fierce then a marina bound boat could be a sitting duck for damages.  But on the whole you're safer there in 99.9% of cases I think.

All that meant I was pretty happy to spend time in Manly Marina after being on anchor since arriving in Queensland.   While there a deep low started churning way out in the Tasman Sea creating large waves up and down the east coast of Australia meaning Southern Belle could be in her berth for a while. 

We had 2 reasons to head for the East Coast Marina in Manly, Qld.  Our main purpose was spending time with our adopted family - our dear friend Pip, his lovely wife Kate and their two adorable daughters.  They live in the little village of Dunwich on North Stradbroke Island (also called "Straddie").   The next reason for the week's planned stay was to finally (hopefully) receive our new V-berth mattress which would be shipped up from Sydney.

Much of Pip's youth in Sydney was spent as close family friends, then part time mentors, then George's best mate and now we're honorary Aunts & Uncles to his two daughters.  Living in Sydney we rarely get to see or spend time with them, so being in Queensland we were looking forward to as much time with them as possible.  They very kindly arranged for us to stay in her parent's apartment just off the ferry in Cleveland, they also generously loaned us a car to use.  

To get to Dunwich and "Straddie" there are two ferrys .. this one, the Flyer, is for walk on passengers only.  There is a car & passenger ferry at another location.  

The ferry has to cross in high or low tide conditions.  Leaving the Cleveland side it doesn't look possible to get out of the bay.  The tides up here are big!

Pip, George and Lilli.  We had a wonderful time visiting on Straddie.   I miss our little family very much already.

While we had the car we drove up to Tamborine Mountain to have a look.  The drive isn't bad - just over an hour from Cleveland.  I loved it up there, in spite of my apparent sailing affection, I adore trees!   The little village has the usual mixture of eateries, shops, and alternate type places.  We stopped in one of the artisan shops for a sandwich and coffee.  The bread was baked on site that morning and was delicious!  The coffee even better!  Then after lunch we picked one of the many bush walks in the area for a long walk in the Tamborine National Park; the first national park proclaimed in Queensland way back in 1908.  

The top of the walk featured massive flooded gum trees - called eucalyptus grandis.  Spectacular stands of these trees virtually closed in the path as we followed it down the mountain.  

Further down the mountain the path becomes a primeval forest of cycads and Bangalow palms.  There are quite a few bushwalks in the area.  

While in Manly we caught up with Di and John, very good friends from Tasmania, who are also travelling north.   One night we had dinner at the local pub in Manly - the Celtic Corner.   It had surprisingly good food for such a little pub.

One of the many signs and relics stuck up all over the walls in Celtic Corner.  Eejit is a favourite word of ours.  One of the many hysterical slang words gifted from the Scots.

On June 2, after almost 2 weeks, the sea calmed and it was time to move on up the coast, next stop the tourist town of  Mooloolaba in the Sunshine Coast area of Queensland.  Conditions were going to be good for navigating up Morton Bay.  Also the forecast of no wind meant getting across the Mooloolaba river bar should be easy.  And, our mattress didn't turn up.  We still had a little bit of hope left that it would arrive while in our next destination.

Morton Bay is a big open body of water very shallow in places.  The major city of Brisbane, a busy working port, sits at the bottom of Morton Bay which means all boating, including huge ships, need to use certain channels going in and out. I'm not crazy about being close to ships anywhere but if you want to navigate the quickest way up the coast then close to one of the main channels is the best route.  As a small boat there's plenty of room to travel along just outside of the channel and out of harm's way.  While we made our way up Morton Bay we were passed by 5 enormous ships travelling at least twice our speed or more.  I was glad to leave Morton Bay behind.

The motorsail from Manly to Mooloolaba proved to be enjoyable.  We sailed in company with new friends Nick and Taff on the yacht Cachalot of Hobart.   We knew the weather was on our side and a promising flat bar crossing.  We entered over the bar first and were a tad alarmed as the depth under the keel suddenly went to 0.05!  But it bottomed out quickly and then started rising for the rest of the trip up through the channel and the marina.  Cachalot were booked a couple of berths down from us so they went in first, tied up and then came to catch our lines.  We were safely snug in a new marina.

Beautiful Mooloolaba beach looking out towards the sea.  The river entrance and bar crossing is on the far right side just behind the dark sea wall .

The next days were spent walking to the strip of hotels, bars and cafes that line the beautiful beach.  Something funny I noticed as we walked along ... the spruikers in front of the different places didn't hassle us!  They just looked at us, smiled and eyed other potential customers.  I'm not sure if we just looked like grotty yachty types or if it was our age.  Even when we stopped to look at a menu they didn't hassle us.  When it happened over and over it made me wonder just what 'look' canceled us out of the spending money category.

Looking back down the Mooloolaba beach and all the buildings lining the shore; a lovely and popular part of Queensland.  This whole Sunshine Coast is a favourite destination for holidays and retirement.  It's easy to see why.

While in Mooloolaba we caught up with special friends.  My friend Steve and his wife Anne came aboard for drinks and then a delicious dinner not far from the marina.  Steve and I have known each other for years .. since we both worked in the Home Entertainment business.  He is a one of a kind beautiful man I feel very honored to call my friend.

Steve and me after our dinner with his lovely wife Anne and George.  

We also met up with Sharon and Ian, our sailing mates from Pittwater.  They live just up from Mooloolaba in Maroochydore.  Ian drove down to the marina and collected us for morning tea in their new apartment.  Our first trip up the coast in 2013 was in company with Sharon and Ian and other members of the RPAYC (Royal Prince Alfred Yacht Club).  I love them both but the one thing I'll always remember happened in Cairns that year.  We were leaving the RPAYC group to move to another marina and join the Louisiades Rally sailing to the islands east of New Guinea.  As always happens the departure time had to be early early to make the tide - 0400 in the morning!  I was worried and scared about the international trip in our little boat.  Leaving our friends in the dark, alone, made it that much harder.  As I was walking back from dropping the marina key in the box I noticed two people standing at our boat.  It was Sharon and Ian there to see us off at 4am.  I cried.  For that act alone I will always love them dearly.

A happy selfie with Sharon and Ian!

And then it was time to cross the bar again and head up to Fraser Island and the Great Sandy Straits.  Our mattress still hadn't arrived and by this time it was on the cusp of being officially declared lost.  Damn. 

Finally! We made it to Queensland!!

Australia's Gold Coast - surf beaches, theme parks, night clubs - Holiday central.

As I type this there is a COVID outbreak happening in Melbourne.  Another example of the virus "escaping" from hotel quarantine.  Unlike so much of the world these events are small in number and severity here but with every breakout there is the threat of state border - or even community - lock downs.  Once we rented the house and moved everything out there was a nagging fear we wouldn't make it to Queensland before another lock down happened.  When we finally crossed the Queensland Gold Coast Seaway early on Saturday, May 15 we felt a great relief.  After delaying our cruising adventure last year it's very rewarding to know we can spend winter this year sailing the tropics.  

Southern Belle in her berth at Coffs Harbour Marina. 

The previous blog ended with us in Coffs Harbour waiting out the weather and in hopes the new v-berth mattress we bought for the boat back at the beginning of December would arrive.  Our much needed new bed had been delayed for months due to COVID in Europe.  Then once on a container ship it was delayed due to another ship stuck crosswise in the Suez Canal.  So, with an uncertain promise of the mattress arriving, we welcomed Judy and Martin taking us away to their lovely property at Girralong way up in the mountains of northern NSW.  

Every stay with J & M is relaxing and usually offers new experiences.  Like the first time I saw a red belly black snake!!  And the various reptiles.  And the tiny antechinus mouse-like marsupial that has absolutely NO fear of humans.  This time we were invited to a birthday party (May 8) a few valleys away.   Everyone attending was asked to either wear something purple or leopard skin print.  Sounded like my kind of party!  The drive there was delightful ... bouncing down ever smaller dirt roads, around sharp mountain switch backs, over flowing creek beds and, as we got closer, paddock fences decorated more and more elaborately.

The first fence.

Second fence going up to the party.

We eventually crossed what was more like a small river than a creek and rounded a slippery hill to look down on a field full of trucks, 4-wheel drive vehicles, a smoking BBQ and lots of people.  It was a great party.  At first I thought people would be standoffish or suspicious of strangers but everyone was more than friendly.  We met an eclectic mix of characters ranging from artists, to organic farmers, tree changers and those who long ago chose to leave main stream society behind.   George and I were warmly welcomed.  I had a terrific time but too soon we had to leave before night came.  When darkness comes up in those parts it comes with a complete unforgiving blackout.  Even the stars are blacked out by the towering tree canopy.

Me and Judy with our purple!

After a wonderful few days with J & M we drove my car back to the boat expecting our mattress to turn up and needing a vehicle to take the old mattress to the tip.  While waiting we took a drive up the coast  to the seaside town of Woolgoolga.  It's a pleasant little coastal town with surfing, white sand beaches, camping, bushwalking, a mix of alternate and run of the mill stores and eateries .. But what it's most known for is it's large Sikh population.  The town has two large Sikh temples and sadly the one we wanted to visit wasn't open.  Woolgoolga is a big testament to successful multiculturalism with the blending of Sikh and Australian culture in this little town.

One of the large Sikh temples.

Back at the boat, the weather window for going north was closing and it looked like our missing mattress was not going to arrive.  Judy had to come into a meeting near Coffs so she and Martin came down to join us for a last lunch and take the car back up to the farm.  That night we prepared the boat for a dawn departure ...  24 hours to Queensland's Gold Coast and our first overnight sail in years.

Darkness falls. The sun dips below the sea and the tiny moon makes an appearance.

The sail north was uneventful.  No wind and a soft rolling sea meant we had to motorsail the whole 24 hours to the Gold Coast.  I admit I was apprehensive as the darkness came, but that soon past as I got into the groove of sailing through the night.  The moon was just a sliver adding very little light but when the stars came out it was like seeing deep into the milky way.  The sheer awesomeness of being so small and insignificant is disarming and at the same time reassuring. Life is good.  All will be OK.

We motored through the Gold Coast Seaway channel into Queensland Saturday morning holiday crowd bedlam.  One of the other cruisers we met here described it, "like entering a Mad Max movie".  There were speed boats of every size, surfers paddling across the channel unconcerned about our approaching boat, fishing boats, jetskis .. you name it.  And everyone and everything going full speed.  We anchored behind Wave Break Island just inside the channel, had an egg sandwich and hit the bed for a much needed sleep.

Louisiades Reunion Crowd. A very special night.

Later that afternoon we spoke to our friends, John and Di from Launceston, who were staying in one of the high rise apartment buildings on the other side of The Broadwater.  We met during the Louisiades Rally in 2013.  Turns out there were lots of people around from that wonderful time.  So Di and a few others puled together a lightning fast reunion for the next night.  It was great to see so many people together after all this time.  Many have kept in touch and continued to sail together or get together whenever an opportunity happened.  I counted people there from 10 boats out of the 20 (21?) boats total.   Great night with terrific people.  The Louisiades Rally was our first trip across oceans and, to this day, one of the best things I have ever done.  Even if it did terrify me on several occasions!

The next morning we upped anchor and headed up the main channel of The Broadwater to Tipplers Passage where we anchored for a couple of nights.  Tipplers is a lovely holiday area on the inside of South Stradbroke Island.  It's only accessable by water via your own personal boat or a ferry from Southport.  There are several club areas and a camping/resort section with a good restaurant.  Our first morning there was unfortunately spent on the boat because our main toilet decided to block.  Solid.  So poor George spent hours pulling all the smelly bits apart and cleaning out the crystal build up in the hoses.  We did have a welcome break in the morning to catch up for coffee with good cruising friends last seen in Tasmania. 

Anchored off the front of lovely Tipplers.

George hard at work stripping the toilet pump.  Bless him.

The plan was to get up the next morning.  Head over for a good cooked breakfast.  Wait for the rising tide and make a bit more progress toward Morton Bay.  There are a lot of channels through The Broadwater and most are shallow.  It's important to head off on a rising tide and pay close attention to the many and sometimes confusing channel markers.  We waited the right amount of time and then headed down the Tipplers Channel to merge again with the main channel.  I won't go into the whole mess here but we had a bit of trouble.  Long story short - the boat stopped right in the middle of the channel and refused to start again, George spent 3 hours trying to start it, we called electricians we knew, we were at the point of spending the night in the channel and getting a tow the next day .. when George managed to short start the starter motor again.  So, right at the top of the tide we raced out towards the only marina in that section of The Broadwater.  Spent the night tied up to a too shallow work berth and after starting the fussy starter early the next day we headed - at the fastest speed possible - to our berth in the East Coast Marina in Manly Qld.  That's where we are now.   Lots more to update but I'll end this marathon here.  More later.

There are 3 or 4 marinas here in Manly.  It's a sea of masts under beautiful and warm Queensland skies.

Transition - Land to Sea - Month #1

 

Looking out to sea.

We talked about it often.  The dream of selling up or renting the house and living on the boat full time.  Over the last 10 years we’ve lived and explored on Southern Belle for periods of 6 or 7 months, but we always had a house, a home, and our dog there waiting.  But now, since Molly left us, there was nothing to keep us from that dream.  So, we did it, rented the house.  Totally.  Moved everything out and happily welcomed other people to build their home there.

I won’t go into the seemingly endless days of cleaning, recycling, re-homing, and throwing out the contents of closets, filing cabinets, kitchen cupboards and, worst of all, the backyard shed.  Too many friends and family have heard that rant far too often.   I’ll just say here, “it was a LOT harder than I thought it would be!”  But it’s done.  All of it.  And it was far less emotionally taxing than I had expected.  George is never as attached to "stuff" as I am; but I managed to sort and pack and clean and then walk away.  Time to move on and try a new way of life.   We have a very nice family making their home for the next few years in our house.  And, as I write this blog one month and one day on from the big move, we’re living on our boat and, so far, I’m happy.

A huge note of thanks goes to our dear friends Judy and Martin for taking a lot of our "stuff" and keeping it on their beautiful property in Girralong, NSW.  They're keeping my car and loads of George's tools.  We even managed to cram our little hard dingy in the back of my car.  I didn't want to leave the fiberglass boat on the beach to rot, like so many you see dotted around the foreshore.  Hopefully they can use it to cross their creek when the summer downpours come.

My Subaru with the last of it headed up to the farm.

So, after all that talking, planing and procrastinating we departed The Basin on Pittwater in the early morning hours of April 21 headed for our first destination of  Newcastle, NSW.  The forecast had 20+ knot winds straight out of the south for our first journey which is good.  It means the full head sail out with good speed.  And it delivered.  We had 24-28 knots most of the 9 hours sailing.  The only downside I guess was the southeasterly swell running about 2 metres slapping against our hull which made my landlubber stomach extremely uncomfortable.  No problem really.  We motored into the picturesque harbour between incoming and outgoing coal ships - huge things - and safely into our berth.  Our friends Thelma and Bruce were there waiting to grab a line and enjoy the resulting evening of wine and good conversation.  

In spite of being a hugely busy coal port Newcastle Harbour is well worth a visit.  The facilities are first rate, there are great walks into town along the foreshore plus shopping and dining are just steps away.

We enjoyed Newcastle and we also had a good, but too short, catch up with our friend David Bradburn of Bluewater Cruising Yachts who built our boat.  Walking around the area is lovely to look at but also historic.  The tree of knowledge was right off our marina arm.  It's a stunning Morton Bay Fig tree, the only survivor of 9 trees planted in 1870 by the wife of the soon to be mayor of the settlement.  The tree is considered significant in NSW for a few reasons ... it was the scene of indigenous corroboree gatherings; it was thought an inspiration for Henry Lawson, Australian poet and writer; it could have been celebrated by the labour/union movement.  Whatever it is significance and a mighty tree.

Tree of Knowledge - Newcastle

The next days were spent cruising in perfect weather.  From Newcastle to Broughton Island off Port Stephens where we anchored at Providence Beach at the northern side of the Island.  Beautiful anchorage but too rolly for my tastes.  

Broughton Island, Providence Beach

Next we traveled to one of my favourite places - Camden Haven - for a few days and after that Port Macquarie.  We had always wanted to go into PM but couldn't due to the conditions on the bar.  We had a great time there staying in the small and very tight marina.  We walked miles.  The best walk is along the barway where the rocks have been painted over the years by people, families, clubs and more to commemorate holidays or the passing of loved ones. 

The walkway along the channel into Port Macquarie with the painted rocks.

 

One of my favourites along the Channel

We departed Port Macquarie at 3am on May 3 to make slack water on the rising tide.  I was apprehensive but the departure was easy.  George did a great job driving Southern Belle through the incoming low swell.  Our destination Coffs Harbour is 67 nautical miles north.  The forecast was for little to no wind so we knew we had a long day of motoring.  But we thought we'd get there about 2 or 3 pm in the afternoon.  What we didn't take into account was the 2 - 3 knot Australian Eastern Current pushing us back the whole way!  We entered the marina just after 5pm with the sun setting after a long long motor against the current.  The wine tasted especially nice that night.

The outer bay at Coffs.  The harbour and marina are in the left of the photo.  This is also the international clearing in port for yacht arrivals on the New South Wales coast.

The weather turned unpleasant after our arrival with strong winds, big sea swells and rain.  So Judy and Martin drove the one hour up from their property to pick us up for a weekend in the country.  So far this boating life has been one of exercise - we've walked a lot at every port, friends, great sleep and revisiting what we've learned about ourselves and our boat.  Not bad for month #1!!!!

Down the Channel and around to Cygnet - Jan 2 to Jan 11, 2019

Southern Belle in Sykes Cove, Barnes Bay with the ever present Mt Wellington in the background ... a crystal clear afternoon in southern Tasmania. 

On a stunning January 2 morning it was time to move out of the marina and do some cruising in the world renown D'Entrecasteaux Channel.  First we had to say goodbye to Jim and Jeannie of  Onora who are headed off to New Zealand as soon as their crew arrive and they get a good weather window.  We hugged and promised to keep in touch and then walked away (which made me sad).  I hope we do see them again someday they were good folks and Jeannie and I shared so many of the same views.  I wish them fair winds and good travels wherever they may wander.

The D'Entrecasteaux Channel .. or simply the Channel .. is a wide body of water separating the Tasmanian mainland from Bruny Island.  It was discovered in April 1792 by the French explorer Bruni D'Entrecasteaux who, according to Wikipedia, was ill at the time and the seas were rough.  His navigator made a calculation error and brought the ships up the then unknown channel into calm waters and discovered this very special place.  The Channel, the coast of Tasmania along here and Bruny Island offer all kinds of enjoyment for anyone and everyone.  There are picturesque little towns, boutique winerys, art, sailing, sheltered coves and historic sites.  You don't need a boat to explore but it does add to the experience!

No matter which direction or where you view the Channel the outlook is big, wide and often empty of people or other boats.

The boundless sky adds another element of wonder .. huge and ever changing. 

So, we headed out of our marina berth and down to the Channel.  It was a good day with just the right amount of wind for a fast broad reach downwind at 6 knots.  The boat and Captain George (and even me) were happy.  We managed to sail all the way to our mooring in Sykes Cove with only a few adjustments .. a feat not often accomplished when navigating around headlands, hills and wind shifts.  Sykes Cove is a sheltered anchorage at the bottom of the large and popular Barnes Bay.  The reason this was our first stop?  It's the closest anchorage to the Bruny Island House of Whiskey.

Lovely, calm Sykes Cove.  When we arrived there was only 1 other boat, SV Stray Cats.  By the time we left, became good friends with Debbie and Steve.

To get to the House of Whiskey from the water is a bit of an undertaking.  We called friends that had done it before plus we motored the dingy up and down the shore line looking for the right place to go ashore and climb up to the road.  This was the best place we found.  George dragged the dingy up a muddy, rocky shore; then we climbed up the hill and slithered through a break in the fence and on to the road.  From there it's just a short walk up the hill.

Once in the House of Whiskey there are a multitude of choices!

The House of Whiskey is advertised as having the most extensive representation of purely Tasmanian malt whiskey in one spectacular place.  The room even smells good!  Faced with a choice ranging from their Trappers Hut 15 year old to lesser younger malts it can become almost overwhelming.  They do offer a selection of 4 half dram tasters for $40.  We chose to do that.  Now, George is from Scotland and he knows his malts.  Me, I'm not that crazy about whiskey but I do love a Glenmorangie every now and then.  Sadly, neither of us liked any of the whiskeys in our selection (but that didn't mean anything was left in the glass).  If you're there it's worth a visit, even if just for the experience of the view and the tasting room selection!  Oh, and they have boutique gin too.

The next day the westerly wind was still blowing so we moved over to the mainland side of the Channel to a place called Peppermint Bay.  We jumped at the invitation to join Sans Souci and Supa Trooper - also members of the PISST! group - there for very enjoyable sundowners that evening.  One of the lovely little towns found along this waterway is Woodbridge and it is just up the road from the Peppermint Bay jetty.   Turns out there is a perfect and very popular general store serving good coffee and breakfast there so we all went up the next morning and after a very nice meal walked around the area.

Peppermint Bay.

Woodbridge main street.

Loved this!  A free community library.  The rules are, "if you like a book please take it and bring one back if you can". 

I was ready for a big lunch or dinner off the boat and one I didn't have to cook.  The bistro at Woodbridge is supposed to be very good so we called for a reservation but they were booked out.  Disappointed and thinking the westerly winds had died down a bit I suggested we make a run for the Great Bay anchorage and the Get Shucked oyster farm and bar.  We loved Get Shucked in 2015 and it was one of the places we knew we had to visit again this time ... but we have to be able to anchor in Great Bay to get there.  A few words about Great Bay.  It's a massive area, shallow at only 4 or 5 meters all over, full of fish farms and unpleasant in westerly winds.  Not far into the bay after leaving our anchorage the wind picked up to over 25 knots and Great Bay rapidly became not so great or comfortable.  We had to change course and find another sheltered anchorage for the night which turned out to be Aitkins Point in Isthmus Bay.  George enjoyed the sail there heeled over on a fast beam reach.  Me, not so much.  Our new friends from Stray Cats were there already sheltering from the wind and as we anchored they brought over a couple of flathead fish they had just caught so instead of oysters we did get fresh fish for dinner.  That was our first attempt getting to Get Shucked.

Fresh flathead for dinner!  Thank you Steve!

The next morning we were up early and sailed off to our next destination of Port Cygnet and the village of Cygnet.  We managed to sail almost all the way to Huon Island and the start of the Huon River but the wind fizzled out and we motored the rest of the way up the river and into the Port.  Just like the Channel the Huon River is wide and deep at this lower end with many fish farms along the banks and a big farm right down the middle.  Once the farm in the middle is behind you the cruise up the Huon River is peaceful and scenic.  It's not long until the wide opening to Port Cygnet appears off the starboard side and you turn the boat in towards the little port.  At the head of the bay there are quite a lot of boats on moorings with the terrific little Cygnet Sailing Club house sitting on the bank with a well used dingy corral .  We had booked the DSS mooring for 2 days and made our way through the boats to find the mooring.  Just as we found it and were turning off the motor this large dolphin popped up right beside the boat with a loud blow.  Scared me to death!  Then it proceeded to fish for awhile on the surface just off the side of the bow.  Wow!  I mentioned it to cruisers who are here just about every year and they said they had never seen a dolphin in the Port before so I consider us very lucky.

Port Cygnet with rolling hills and some fine houses behind.  The Cygnet Sailing Club house sits right on the water's edge just behind the blue hull boat in the photo.

Looking across the boat down the waterway leading up to the Port.

It's a 25 minute walk from the Port into the town of Cygnet.  I really like the town.  It seems to be - at least to the infrequent visitor like me - a friendly, vibrant and progressive village.  We walked into town for a few groceries and a nice lunch in the Bed & Breakfast hotel.  That evening we had dinner while enjoying the sounds of being at anchor in this lovely place.

The next day, Tuesday, was race day at the Cygnet Sailing Club.  Every Tuesday they have an afternoon race followed by a 'come one come all'  $15 a head BBQ.  We watched the race get underway from our cockpit and then long before it was over took the dingy over for the BBQ.  We met up with Jim and Ann, very accommplished live aboard cruisers off their boat Insatiable II, and they introduced us to some of the locals.  I sort of felt sorry for the people in the race because the dinner kicked off long before the race was over and when they finally arrived there wasn't much food left.  We also met a couple who were passing through on their way around the world from The Netherlands.  She is a member of WWSA (Women Who Sail Australia) too.  Really good people and very interesting to hear their exploits.  She is way way braver than I'll ever be.

Me with Janneke off the yacht Anna Caroline, great to meet and talk to her and her partner.

The rest of the week was one lazy day after the other enjoying walks into town, good coffee and meeting new people.  We were there for the popular Cygnet Folk Festival due to start on the coming Friday and we were looking forward to seeing friends on Sans Souci, Supa Trooper and Stray Cats again.  There was a crowd expected for the weekend so it was nice to shift down for a while and spend some quiet time on the boat.

Main street in Cygnet

Some of the boats in the Cygnet race .. there were all kinds and sizes participating.

Port of Cygnet on a calm clear morning.

Hobart - Christmas Day - NYE 2018

Looking off the side of Southern Belle's marina berth towards the Wrest Point Casino - the first and oldest casino in Australia - and the hills of the Sandy Bay suburb of Hobart.

The morning noises outside the boat remind me of the soundtrack from every film I've seen set at the seaside.  The soft whistling of the wind in the rigging, the large pacific gull's calls and the bump bump of the boat on the jetty combine to create a nostalgic chorus at sunrise.

The sun comes up early here because we're so far south.  It shines through the hatches over our v-berth just after 5 am and the light doesn't fade until well after 9 pm.   At first I couldn't get used to the almost 15 hours of daylight but I'm loving it now. 

The last blog ended with our arrival in Hobart on December 20.  Following the celebration of getting here the next few days were filled with cleaning, provisioning, exploring and spending time with friends.  We also had to go into town and find George a new phone, a task that turned out to be far more complicated than initially thought.   My husband prides himself on being one of the 11% of Australians without a 'smart phone'.  Of course he's happy to make frequent 'smart' requests of me using my phone.  Turns out there isn't much demand for dumb phones in Hobart and we had to ask the phone shop to order one.  Additionally, because his old phone had well and truly kicked the bucket, we couldn't get any of his contact numbers transferred.  What a hassle!  I must commend the nice people in the very busy phone shop for their patience with and assistance to a couple of clueless people two days before Christmas.

Our marina, the Derwent Sailing Squadron, is in walking distance of the famous Battery Point area of Hobart.  We walking around that beautiful area quite a bit.   Always in the background is Mount Wellington rising above all of Hobart.

Battery Point has beautiful homes from the 1800's and wherever you turn there are reminders of the unique beauty of the part of Hobart.

The weekend markets offer great people watching along with delicious produce - the strawberrys have been exceptional! - and good street food.  This picture of the Farm Gate market, my favourite, which is held on every Sunday morning.

Then came Christmas Day.

Before I go into what a fun, funny, fantastic day that turned out to be I first should introduce PISST!, the Personal Invitational Sailing Squadron Tasmania!  A collection of 7 or so boats and crew that made the sail down from the mainland either in company at some point or already known before arrival.  The acronym vividly describes the end result from the group's main activity which is socialising over an alcoholic beverage or two or three. 

The PISST! group decided since we're all here away from family and friends to have our Christmas Lunch together.  Everyone made food to share and, in keeping with the Christmas spirit, there would be Kris Kringle gifts under $10 to exchange during the festivities.  Well, the day turned out to be a real hoot.  The food was fabulous.  There was everything from prawns, to traditional turkey and dressing, to American sweet potato casserole and corn pudding plus several deserts!  Again, in keeping with tradition everyone departed late in the afternoon completely stuffed with food and happy with good friendship and drink.

The two highlights of the day - other than the food - were the gift giving and a perfect recital/performance of the American poem classic "Casey At The Bat".

Kris Kringle was different and better than anything I've experienced before.  Instead of the usual Santa handouts each person got to choose their present from a table heaped with wrapped boxes and odd shaped packages.  To determine the picking order each of us had to select a playing card with the highest card holder going last.  Initially that seemed odd until we learned the kicker ... you didn't necessarily get to keep the first present you selected, even if you really liked it.  If the next person picked a present they didn't particularly fancy they could take a pre-selected gift from someone who went before ... then the person now without a gift had to choose from the table again.  It was a great way to do it ... it kept everyone involved and laughing through the whole exchange.  I think everyone  pretty much got something they wanted or could use with the possible exception of Brian from Zofia who ended up with a pair of white knickers with a rather large candy cane protruding from the front.

The PISST! group with our Kris Kringle gifts ... Brian is modelling the candy cane.

 Then, after dinner and before dessert, Jim off the American boat Onora did a perfect recital of "Casey At The Bat" supported by Brian's interpretive performance.  I've heard and seen the poem many times during my American days, I loved the Disney cartoon when I was a kid, but I have to say their performance was the best yet!

Jim sharing the tragic tale of Casey at the Bat with Brian showing us how it's done.

The next few days were a bit quiet, we needed a rest.  Then on the morning of the 28th we woke to the news that the maxi yachts leading the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race were headed up the Derwent River for the finish line.  Our marina berth was perfectly placed to watch the the finish for the 3 leading 100 ft+ maxis.  We had our breakfast fruit bowls, toast and tea sitting on top of the dodger  watching the spectator fleet race alongside Wild Oats XI as she headed for the finish.  Then all the little boats turned around and sped off back down the river to escort Blackjack and Comanche to the finish as they battled each other for the #2 slot. 

Sitting up top waiting for the racers.

Wild Oats XI racing to the finish line of the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race.

After that exciting start to the day we decided to take the local Metro bus to the Cascade Brewery for their tour.   Cascade Pale Ale is the oldest continually brewed beer in Australia.  The Cascade Brewery was started by Peter Degraves in 1831 following a stint in jail here in Hobart.  I love that Australia and specifically Tasmania has such an interesting gene pool of enterprising rogues.  Supposedly he had a sawmill plant on the site from 1824 but after jail he decided to do something good and brew beer.  We were told in the tour that the water in Hobart town at the time was awful due to the tanneries and factories up stream of the river so it was literally "drink beer or die".  Anyway, not sure about that, I haven't read that little fact anywhere else but the tour was interesting and the samples afterwards were very generous.

The iconic building housing the brewery.

We wrapped up the last days of the year visiting the Taste of Tasmania which goes over 4 days highlighting the boutique food, wine, gin and beer created all over Tassie.  It take over a whole wharf down in the Salamanca area of Hobart near Constitution dock.  The Taste has booths and trailers set up selling some of the treats of the area. 

One of the areas to sample anything from scallops to sausages to wine to boutique gin.  Great place to enjoy a sample plate and talk to people who've come there from all over the world. 

One of my favourite pictures.  That's not an ice cream trolly ... No, it's a GIN trolly!

And then the PISST! group celebrated NYE on the 64ft yacht Onora.   Thanks to Jim and Jeanie for hosting us all!  It was a terrific and fun evening.  We all made food to share and rang in the New Year in true yachtie style.  George and I even made it to the midnight fireworks over Hobart!  (Something we never manage to do at home, we always go to bed long before they light up the sky!)   I, unfortunately, don't have  any photos from the night ... way too busy having fun.