MP Ashore
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 22 May 2016 22:47
Middle Percy
Ashore
Ashore.
The Percy
Hilton, with swag bags at the read, nothing could have prepared us for
this........ and we have never seen so many millions of ants all over the
sand.
Swags complete
with a beer for the lucky user. Apparently you can camp here, in certain
areas within the Middle Percy Conservation Area, with permission from the
homestead operators on channel 73. The mere mention of slitherers quickly
stopped Bear dead in his thought tracks.
Arrrr, eight years too late to have
met Andy who now has a plaque dedicated to him, next
to his friend Geoff.
The book say: Middle Percy
Island is the only inhabited island of the group and was originally
charted by Flinders, after which he sought an exit from the barrier reefs with
something of the same urgency displayed by Cook a few hundred miles further
north and a scant thirty years earlier. The island is rugged and thickly
vegetated with areas cleared for pasture and is surrounded by delightful
sand-fringed bays.
In the shed on the beach in West
Bay there are plaques of many famous cruising boats crowding the walls and
rafters. An antique telephone was connected to the homestead in the mountains in
the days when the White family owned the lease.
The Whites lived for forty two
years on Percy, running sheep, until they moved in their twilight years to the
security of the mainland. In 1963 the
lease was purchased by an Englishman, Andrew Martin, who lived there until he
too had to ‘retire’ to his homeland in his final years. He had welcomed all
yachties and helped any he could. After much legal argy-bargy, his cousin,
Cathryn finally inherited the lease as Andy wished, although the islands now are
overseen by the Marine Parks, Middle Percy still has a guardian.
Andy inherited with the island’s
lease the wonderful old thirty footer motor-sailor, Islander. This
vessel reflected the character of the White family who built her. Her timbers
were pit-sawn and assembled beside the homestead. When finished, she was then
disassembled and carried piece by piece down the mountain to the boat harbour
where she was reassembled and launched.
Voices from above welcome us.
A welcome
sign.
The notice board gave
us a little more information: Captain Flinders surveyed the Percy Isles in
September 1802 and commented favourably on its natural assets. He mentioned
evidence of the nomadic Aborigines who in 1830 killed two white botanists
visiting Middle Percy. In 1860 a Gladstone man called Jimmy Joss settled here as
the first permanent resident. He helped build Pine Islet Lighthouse in the
1880’s. In 1918 he was taken away, too old and ill to stay......supposedly
leaving 1500 gold sovereigns buried beneath a special rock. Colonel Armitage
obtained the first lease and settled with his family in 1887. He grew coffee and
raised sheep. The lease changed hands several times from 1918, until the White
family from Canada bought it in 1921. They built the present homestead and ran
the island as a sheep station until 1964.
Andrew Martin bought the lease in
that year and began catering to the boaties needs, He built the A-frame, the
treehouse and planted the coconut palms on the beach. Lys and Jon Hickling
joined Andy in 1989 and built the ‘Rondarval’ and raised their two sons Jacob
and Justin. Cathryn now shares the
lease with the Hicklings.
A list of the
PIYC members.
The we stepped into something very
unique, memorabilia everywhere.
One of the seating
areas, OH and my favourite, Belle Epoque, Perrier
Jouet. Someone had wonderful taste.
The sink
area and the shop. Must bring some money
tomorrow and buy some island honey and chutney to support the
guardians.
Above the chutney was this lovely picture of Andy.
Also in the shop was a useful map.
Also in the shop a copy of an extract
of Matthew Flinders journal.
Out the back of the A-frame, behind a BBQ fire pit were some Marin
Park information boards.
Outside an amusing sign with a new take
on what I always knew it as P--- Off Early Tomorrows
Saturday.
More useful
information.
After a quick look toward the toilet, we walked toward the Hut. Outside was
a potential ‘one careful owner’ – sadly
lacking foliage.
Talking of foliage the
virulent beach creeper had a pretty little
flower.
We bimbled the short distance to the
Telephone Hut.
Inside so many
more plaques from passing sailors and at the right end – a book swop.
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ALL IN ALL SO
UNIQUE
SO VERY
DIFFERENT |