The Cows Yard - God's country
Date 2000 – Saturday 9 July 2011 (UTC -4)
Rain! And lots of it, this morning. A useful reason to catch up on
indoor jobs, never forgetting the previously mentioned quote that live aboard
cruising is yacht maintenance in exotic places. Job 1, un-bung the tumble
dyer; our wonderful
Joy of joy, virtue is rewarded and it stopped raining so we could make
a move; this time all of 9 miles to The Cows Yard at
Not the easiest place to get into but definitely worth the effort. We even had a seal pop up its head to inspect us as we arrived.
In need of some shore side exercise we landed the dinghy at a very fine looking jetty and followed the boardwalk up to the long low grey cottage described in the Pilot as being prominent on the starboard headland of entrance into The Cows Yard.
There we called on the owners to ask their permission to trespass. Don
and Page Dwyer had just arrived and opened up the house for the summer. Page’s
grandfather had bought all 1600 acres of
Well we had a good ramble through very overgrown forest turning back when found ourselves sinking in swamp, no doubt helped by the rain earlier in the day. The view back towards the boat was good.
Don and Page turned out when we returned to see how we had got on. On hearing about the swamp they explained that it was increasing in size due to the industry of an increasing colony of beavers that are busy damming the outlets that should provide natural drainage. A real first for “Gardeners’ Question Time” and one up on bats in the belfry.
This was definitely voted as our best anchorage yet as we watched the sun setting behind the trees.
Dinner - round two of the chicken, served as chicken fried rice.