Crater Bay Bimble
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 18 Aug 2019 23:57
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Crater Bay Bimble
 We spent a couple of days doing
chores. Bear changed the squeaky alternator belt, went through the extensive
check-list sent by Mark to try and tame the autopilot and topped up the oil. I
pottered and wrote a few blogs. Getting very fed up that the overhaul of the
site is now into month three, none of us can sign in so no editing can be done.
Growling as we now have fifty to send in....... Meanwhile, the outside world is
very tranquil. Locals. The girl on the left chugged
through sounding like a very old lawnmower in desperate need of a service.
 Looking toward the
shore.
 The back of the bay is surrounded by
mangroves.
 We love the jaunty angle of the mast
on the fishing girls.
 Each morning and late afternoon paddle boats go fishing.
 At low tide nothing like getting in with the net.
 Net out beside our
nearest neighbour – pity they have a yappy dog.
  Local girls under
sail.
  This morning Bear did some soldering, I defrosted and cleaned the freezer and this
afternoon we went ashore.
  The entrance to
the bar (later). An old railway truck. Left and off along the road.
 An old railway
shed.
 Outside
BBQ.
  A boatyard, full of very sad girls.
 We went as far as we could, stopped
by a high gate that led to the petroleum store yard. We waved at some children
and headed back toward the bar. This house had a
delicious aroma (external kitchen front right).
 Looking up the
main road, we ducked right to the bar.
   Going down the track to the bar we
saw another railway truck, passed a serious game of boules and hibiscus,
that was a bit of a surprise in between banana plants.
 An engine.
Now that is a feature in a beer garden.
  The bar and
the store cupboard.
 We settled, Bear had a big beer and I
had a large water (£2 for both). The ashtray on the
table was made from a lager tin, trimmed down and the top woven, how
ingenious.
 Dusk
falling over the anchorage.
 Beyond the landing pontoon is the
parking area for the fishing girls.
 We watched as a girl was expertly poled out of a tight space.
 A charming, well
used dinghy.
   Some very sad
tenders tied to the pontoon.
 Mind you, our Baby Beez is beginning to look her age, not mentioning
the skipper.... Growling.
 Looking back to an old heavy lifting crane.
 Beez waiting quietly.
 A single wisp of
cloud across the moon, getting bigger.
ALL IN ALL A BIT ‘ONE CAREFUL
OWNER’ BUT VERY PLEASANT
INTERESTING AND ISOLATED
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