Fai Tira photo blog Bathurst Bay, Flinders Island and Morris Island.

After the delights of Lizard Island our journey North continued, starting with us leaving our tranquil overnight stop at Bathurst bay and the staggering landscape of piled up gigantic boulders.

Flinders Island

The approach to the island passage was just brilliant. The day was hot and brightly lit with sunshine.

Dee enjoying the arrival at Flinders.

The sea was a sparkling turquoise blue with just beyond a spectacular rock shoreline that looked as though nature had used some magic force to slice through and reveal a shear face that looked as though it had been scoured by a giant cheese grater loaded with colours, and all this to the backdrop of steep sparsely wooded slopes, spattered with huge naturally sculptured boulders with faces streaked in subtle shades of red of iron oxide.

There was a croc warning (really getting the hang of this language now!) but so small  it almost looked like an afterthought.

Dee with an ex, completely dried out Cray Fish.

The landscape we ventured through.

Kapok growing on the island.  

Morris Island

What a treat when we arrived. It wasn’t the most spectacular outline that emerged on the horizon to greet you. In fact the highest thing above sea level were the only two mature coconut trees that it possesses.

. The bizarre history relating to this is that this was one of the islands selected by the British Admiralty for inhabitation by goats to provide food for distressed seaman,,,, guess what they did. However, the effect of those two prominent trees combined with weird low vegetation with what looked like triffid imitation sticks growing from it,

Inscribed ‘Royal Australian Navy Hydrographic Service’ this mark is on the beach at Morris Island.

the delightful narrow beaches( even with the washed up rubbish) extending at low tide for what seemed like miles and the delightful bird life, gave this place a unique charm that just couldn’t be ignored.

There was a young boy fishing off the beach and one guy snorkelling in the shallows and the lads father sat on the beach near the water’s edge. We obviously had a chat and almost the first thing they said was that they’d seen a 4 metre crocodile in the sea just that morning and that he was probably laying around sleeping somewhere!!!.....What were they doing that close to the water???....Jackamy  arrived there a couple of days later and have photo’s of the croc just to prove it was there.

More later.