Ile de Anglaise
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 8 Jul 2019 23:57
Ile de
Anglaise
Today we spuddled the two point two
miles across to Ile Anglaise, not the seaward side where the arrow is but the
atoll side, we landed where it says “Ile Anglaise”.
Half way across, going with the waves we realised it would be a very wet, rough
ride back and in hindsight we should have turned back. However, on we went with
the promise of excellent snorkeling.
An escapee American buoy became a great place to tether Baby
Beez. The sun was hot but the breeze was stiff. We forget just how
sheltered we are on our side of the atoll.
Looking toward Ile
de Pass, our way out of the atoll is between this island and the
next.
A nosy little
chap in a scruffy house came to see what we were about.
This truly is an idyllic ‘Robinson
Crusoe’ type island. We bimbled along the beach half way to the end of the island, the further we
went the more gorgeous it became.
The inner
reef, like on our side, extends twenty or so feet, then a gap of sand
before the outer – itching for us to explore, but, and not seen in the picture –
quite a chop and by now quite a wind.
It still amazes us that any hermit
crab can fold themselves into such a small, tight,
impenetrable mass.
A couple
out looking for mischief.
A gap in the inner reef gave us ‘one
of those travel magazine shots’, it really is that
blue, no enhancement needed.
We did go in to snorkel, buffeted through the inner reef but visibility was
almost milky with the fine sand wafting about. We did reach the outer reef but
gave up in quite big waves and the feeling we wanted to get back in case a storm
was coming. These pictures did have to be enhanced as they were pretty
cloudy.
Bear undid the tether, I hadn’t
realised what a big buoy this was until I saw it from
this angle. Oh er Mrs......oh be good. Did
we get wet ???? Bear began slowly to get us into deeper water and each wave had
us ducking under the bucketful of ingress. Too dodgy at full speed, we grit our
teeth and bucked and got wet, bucked and got wet. Sitting in the front my
fingers moved like windscreen wipers across my eyes. More than half way back and
at least Bear could go at top speed and yes, we got a little less covered in
water. About four hundred yards from Beez Neez Bobby appeared just a
little overhead of us and just as Bear slowed, there he was landed on his happy
place on the outboard, what a welcome.
As we drifted to the stern platform
there was the usual chatter.
Bobby is getting
to be a big boy having lost much of his baby fluff.
Makes us laugh how he now lays down but soon up if
he spots any birds coming too close to what is now firmly his
territory.
Now not bothered
how close Bear gets. Bear swam around Beez
for a while getting rid of the grassy growth from the left side. I sat and
chatted to Booby, who after a while, wanted to show me that his fishing
technique is improving. Not paddling too far away and looking up frequently to
see if I was still watching. Ooo, time for a fry up.........and
games.
ALL IN ALL ANOTHER GORGEOUS
BIMBLE
BEAUTIFUL BEACH PITY THE WATER WAS SO
STIRRED |