To Scaw Fell
To Scaw Fell Island
All ready to leave in the dark at five fifteen for our sixty three mile journey to Scaw Fell. Up came the anchor, no lumpy stuff to worry about – deep (thirty odd metres) for the whole way. A never-happened-before was entering zero for the first two entries in the log book for wind speed, motoring then.............
We won a game each at backgammon and Bear led all the way in Upword – I snuck a win much to his chagrin. At half past four we could see all of Scaw Fell with a couple of hours to go.
A very craggy coast. Up close the rocks were extraordinary.
Up close the colours were tiger stripes.
The afternoon sky.
Our final corner before the bay.
Huge, now to find a shallow place to anchor.
On Bear’s IPad there was a cheeky bommie noted, the little green ball above our position in the pale blue. Settled in four and a half metres.
St Bee’s, tomorrows short hop.
We ate supper in complete silence, after the fruit bats and loud chirping birds went to bed we had utter silence. The surface of the bay was smooth and sunset was a pleasant business. What a lovely place, rightly named Refuge Bay. And a perfectly serene sunset.
ALL IN ALL A VERY PLEASANT DAY
GREAT TO BE IN THE WHITSUNDAYS