Eden 19^th April.

The Woodchip anchorage

While waiting for favorable weather conditions to continue our Northern bound journey we have managed to fill in a pleasant few days here in Eden

We all converged on the Fishermans Club as soon as we tied up at Sung Cove where we were able to have a shower (our first for nearly a week). We finished off the delicious fruit cake that John brought along, courtesy of his friend. For some reason, however, we didn’t quite manage to finish off the Chateau Cardboard “Red” that John also brought along...

The Easter bunny visited us on Sunday morning (I hope he had on his lifejacket when he came across to our anchorage).

Our travelling companions John and Lorraine (who were aboard Somoya) returned to Melbourne by bus on Monday and Mike Gary and myself returned to our boats in Snug Cove.

There was one urgent job to do on Meander, however… Mike made it (at last!) to the top of the mast because our topping lift had come off its sheave. Gary and I manned the ropes etc. with Mike shouting orders from above!

Does Mike’s bum look big in that bosun’s chair?

We stayed tied up to the wharves in Snug Cove until yesterday afternoon when our personal weatherman Gary announced that the winds were about to shift and create unpleasant conditions in Snug Cove, and so it would be best if we returned to the anchorage at Woodchip Warf. So here we sit!

There have been some memorable occassions so far (and lots of laughs!!) Like the time Mike and I were leaving Somoya after an evening of jollification and as I went to sit on the side of the dinghy to travel back to Meander the swell lifted the dinghy and me up in the air. When I went to sit down again the dinghy was no longer under me and I promptly landed in the drink! (no pictures of this, unfortunately!)! Luckily I had my wet weather gear on and done up tight so I didn’t get too wet. My ego was certainly dampend though. Mike did say the initial look of sheer terror on my face very quickly changed to a smile then uncontrolable laughter as I struggled to fight my way back onto the dinghy, it is impossible to do this with any semblance of dignity I can tell you.

The dinghy has been a constant source of hilarity and humiliation. Today Mike and I decided to visit the beautiful beach at East Boyd Bay and have a nice walk. As we approached the shore Mike jumped out of the dinghy and fell flat on his back in the water. Once again the initially look of horror (on Mikes face this time) soon turned to hysterrical laughter (on my part!!!!!)

After Mike’s dunking…

Protection for the mobiles after Mike drowned his old one!