Blowing a Gale in Cid Harbour

Tuesday 26^th June 2012

Blowing a Gale in Cid Harbour

Raining in Cid Harbour

Last night was a pussy cat compared to the two previous nights sitting on anchor in Cid Harbour with gale force winds hammering AR. The winds were anything between 27-34knts or even more at times through the night with some of the bullets so hard that I thought that the bridal was going to pull out of its point in the hulls and I was not getting out of my warm safe bed to check the gauge. Very unnerving to say the least! Our good ol’ Rocna anchor held fast in 5.5mts of water with 25mts of chain out plus the bridal; always like to put out a 5:1 ratio of rode and in shallow water with strong winds we usually put out 7:1 for the sheer weight to help hold us at anchor. We are in good holding in Cid Harbour with a sand/mud bottom.

Done in the doona

 MrJ did get up on several occasions and that was good enough for me as I buried myself deeper down into the doona. If it wasn’t the wind hammering us it was the rain pelting down! It has been raining constantly for the past two days, from a light drizzly to a full on downpour, drenching everything and nothing getting dry in the cockpit.



The inside of AR now has that moist clammy feeling and it will be good to be able to open some hatchs to air the place out.

The plants get a water while the genny has her rain hut

The sky is clearing

A Quick Look at the Markets and a Run for Cid Harbour

Saturday 23/06/12

20’15.818 – 148’56.570
A Quick Look at the Markets and a Run for Cid Harbour

Looking up the bay to cannonvale

Airlie Beach Market Day always falls on a Saturday morning with many colourful stall set up in town along the waterfront at Airlie Beach. This morning after last night’s rain, there was no sunshine and there was a strong cold breeze blowing making the day all dull and grey. MrJ and I decided that we would walk into town once again with Gary and Mercedes, to have a quick look at the market but mainly to see if Sandy and Kelvin had their Grotty Yachty Stall at the markets. If you are ever at the Airlie Markets do check out their stall and their great t-shirts and other items. Sandy and Kelvin are local people, local business people, local boaties and fellow Shaggers (SICYC members) besides being our good friends who we have not seen since last year. We did catch up with Sandy and Kelvin and caught up with all that had been happening since we were last there.

Mercedes, Sandy & Kelvin

I came home with some fresh veggies and another plant. How unusual for me! I bought a young Thai Coriander plant as the one I have already is getting a lot of use and need a rest. That was my excuse and I will stick with it! ;o))))

Another reason to go up town was for MrJ to get a carton of beer and some white for me from the BWS store in the main street of Airlie. Can’t go without the important stuff! MrJ always buys the  beer and wine at this store because the franchise owner give you a good deal and quiet often has great special that you can’t get anywhere else.

The blister on my foot was still giving me trouble and I had to bandage it once we got back on board. The wind had seemed to settle but I could feel that it was coming from a different direction, slightly east and the shoreline was protecting AR just for a little while. The wind was due to change, change to southerlies and come in much stronger, too strong for us to stay in this anchorage. There was a strong wind warning for the entire northern Queensland coast; MrJ and I knew that we had to get out of here, get out of here right now and fast. Gary and Mercedes were staying in town a little long and then they would come back and move their boat around to the beach front at Airlie. Their boat has a very shallow draft 800ml, not like AR and her 1.4m draft and would be able to get in fairly close for a good anchorage and protection. We had to move which we did. MrJ and I up anchored and sailed across to Cid Harbour on western side of Whitsunday Island.

A tourists boat heading for the safety of the marina

As AR left the protection of the main land the wind caught her sail. MrJ decided to only put the genoa out and not all of it as we had no idea what was waiting for us in the Whitsunday Passage. The tide was near to high and hopefully would be on the turn by the time we go out to the passage and then we would have wind going with tide, even if the wind was strong and the sea was lively, which it was.

We sailed across to the top of North Molle Island, turned along its western shore and motored into the waves, which were not so bad on this shoreline till we came to the passage between North and South Molle Islands, Unsafe Passage. Here we motored through and into Bauer Bay on the northern side of South Molle Island. From here we kept the headland of Spion Kop and Deedes Point close to out starboard side before turning into the feisty Whitsunday Passage. By coming this way instead of straight across the top of North Molle Island it would give us a better angle to head for Cid Harbour, a better angle to take the passage and time for the tide to take effect. MrJ and I had made the right choice and still with only a reefed genoa we made our crossing pretty much unscathed except for the occasional spray over the bows.

Sunset in Cide Harbour

AR is now safely anchored in Cid Harbour under the protection of the Whitsunday Peak on Whitsunday Island.

Walked a Blister on My Foot – Able Point

Friday 22/06/12

Walked a Blister on My Foot – Able Point
Beautiful Whitsunday weather

Morning sunrise

There was a spectacular sunrise this morning, a sunrise to tell us that there is a change on the way and we will have to keep a look out. This morning MrJ and I decides to walk into Bunning’s Store in Cannonvale a 3 to 4k hike from the marina dinghy dock with Gary and Mercedes. Of course we all had to have a sausage sanga that are always on sale out the front. Inside, MrJ bought some new water hose and four small solar lights for the boat. I bought some more potting mix for my little garden, for my play time. I’ve got my priorities right!

On the walk home we stopped at the Whitsunday shopping centre where we had a coffee break and I was able to buy some new post card which I was unable to get in Mackay. I love to send post cards to the grandkid, to keep in touch with them and let them know where we are and what we have been up to.

The walk to Cannonvale

Silly me decided to wear sandal instead of my hiking shoe and now am suffering with a large blister on the ball of my right foot. Some days you just want to look good, dress a little better to feel good instead of getting around in your “grotty yachty” clothes but then some days it just does not pay off.

MrJ and I invited Ric over for dinner; not because Shelly was away, just because he is a good friend and we had not touched base for a day or two. It is still not too cold in the evening not to be able to eat in the cockpit if we put the covers down enclosing the whole area. It was luck that MrJ and I had chosen to do so as no sooner that we sat down for our pre-dinner drink than did the sky open up sending the rain down in bucket’s full. MrJ had to construct an awning over the BBQ.

Sundowners and Sails - Anchored Off Able Point

Thursday 21^st June 2012

Sundowners and Sails - Anchored Off Able Point
Cool nights, warm sunny days

A Slice of Life - sunrise at Able Point

Yesterday, Wednesday, MrJ and I walked into Cannonvale to do some grocery shopping. Getting a taxi back to the public dock to load everything into the dinghy and then taking our load home to AR, to unpack which takes the better part of the afternoon.

Taken on our walk to Cannonvale - AR out the back

Late that afternoon the crowd, us Gary, Mercedes and Ric, went to the downstairs pub at Sorrento’s for sundowners and pizza; two pizzas for $15 between 3pm and 5pm. Too good a deal not to take! We did order 6 pizzas but ended up with 5 at the discounted prise. Yummo!

Ric and Mrj pull down Neriki's sails

Today, Thursday, I stayed at home and did the cleaning. I cleaned the bathrooms and cabins while MrJ was out helping Ric get his sails down. Ric needed to get the mainsail, genoa and sailbag down to take to the sail maker at the marina harbour ship yard for repairs and I needed to get some cleaning done so it was good that MrJ went off for the morning.

This afternoon Forever Dreaming went back in the water and is now anchored behind AR.

Fast Ride Over to Airlie

Tuesday 19^th June 2012

20’15.817 – 148’42.157
Fast Ride Over to Airlie – Cassandra’s Birthday
Cold nights, cool crisp mornings, warm sunny days

Sunset in Pioneer Bay Airlie Beach

The night was very cool to cold; I woke up through the early hours looking for a bit more warmth and found it very hard to get back to sleep. The big doona will be placed on the bed tonight.

There was no great hurry in leaving Macona Inlet this morning as MrJ and I had to wait for the tide change before attempting the sail across the Whitsunday Passage. The wind would be blowing fairly strong once we left the protection of the inlet and we did need the wind to be running with the tide not the other way round.

Slicing through the waves

Leaving Macona Inlet just before 1000h with a reef in the mainsail and a few turns on the genoa proved to be a great plan. AR was hooting along at 8½knts with a fresh breeze and lots of sea spray. MrJ was in his element, the salt was pumping in his veins and I was hopping around trying to get a few photos of the sea. You can’t always show what the sea is really like.

As we came round Pioneer Point just out of Airlie Beach there was a large tourist ship, P&O’s Pacific Sun, anchored well out and ferrying it passengers into the Able Point Marina at Airlie. Even the Wave Breaker was in use as one of the many ferry boats. Someone must be paying big money!

Pacific Sun

MrJ and I tied AR up at the public jetty inside the Able Point Marina boat harbour to fill our water tanks and wash the decks down. A small fishing tour boat had pulled in as well and after all the passengers left the skipper of this fishing boat also needed to wash his decks. There were people in dinghies coming and going as well as the constant traffic of the ferry boats from the big cruise ship beside the other day to day boating activity around this boat harbour. What a busy place! I was truly glad to get out of there!

Giving way to the Wave Breaker at the marina entrance

MrJ and I did not go too far; leaving the boat harbour to anchor way off the marina wall on the western far out in the western bay behind all the moored boats. Neriki was anchored there too but no time to go visiting, MrJ wanted to go ashore to stretch his legs and get something to eat. We ended up at the local pub near the marina, Sorrento’s for a late lunch. Lunch consisted of a huge seafood platter for two for only $25. We had fresh oysters with lemon, BBQ prawn skewers with a seafood sauce, salt & pepper calamari, smoked salmon with rocket salad and a large pot of mussel in a creamy leek sauce. Yummo! And a great view from Sorrento’s top deck! 

At the public dock

On the walk back to the dinghy MrJ and I called into the boat yard to have a chat with Gary and Mercedes who had their boat, Forever Dreaming, out on the hard getting a couple of jobs done and antifouling the bottom. Glad it is them and not us, we have had our turn. From the boatyard we continued on to our dinghy at the public dock, the same public dock that just a couple of hours earlier we were at with AR. On the way home we did go over and say G’day to Ric on Neriki but didn’t stay as the air was getting chilly and I needed to be home in the warmth of my own boat.

Happy birthday Cassandra, it was good to hear your voice over the phone today and listening to little Jack trying to talk. Wonderful!

Hook Passage and Macona Inlet

Sunday 17^th June 2012

20’09.373 - 148’55.707
Slipping through Hook Passage on the way to Macona Inlet
Cool nights, warm days

The turbulent waters of Hook Passage

0635h MrJ and I leave Tongue Bay early to catch the tide to go through Hook Passage. Passing Peter Head when MrJ puts out the trolling line but I think that we may be sailing too fast to catch anything. True! Peter Head is a magnificent bluff headland on the NE side of Whitsunday Island. It looms above us as we sail underneath. MrJ hauled the trolling line in as we entered the turbulent waters inside Hook Passage. Nothing bad, just looks scary as the sea water boils and bubbles around AR. We push on into the calm sea on the other side and then turning to starboard MrJ heads AR for Macona Inlet. Macona Inlet is the first inlet we come to on the southern side of Hook Island; the second inlet is Nara Inlet which is where most of the charter boats head for.

Peter Head Whitsunday Island in the morning sunrise

There were only a few charter boats in this large inlet and two were near where we anchored. Not that this worries MrJ and I; we only wanted somewhere to sit quietly for a couple of days, to get some internet service and catch up on our writing and photos, which we did, in Macona Inlet.

Monday 18^th June 2012

Rest Day - Macona Inlet

The days are still warm and the nights have turned cold. In the mornings I found dew on the deck when I had climbed out of my warm bed and ventured outside making me return to the warmth of the inside till the sun was well over the yard-arm and had warmed the air.

My Thai basil grows well

During the morning I tended my little garden. I now have growing in three planter boxes some lemongrass, Thai basil, Thai coriander, wild rocket, Italian flat leaf parsley, regular basil, chives, oregano and sage. I work very hard at keeping my little garden alive while MrJ spends all his time trying to kill everything off (sending salt spray everywhere),  such dedication,  he to his sailing and me to my survival ;o)))

The afternoon was spent sitting in the cockpit soaking up the sun’s warmth while it is still there and doing some of my knitting, sort of. I have been knitting a blanket for the boat for four years now, maybe one day I will get it finished. Not today! Bit of a saga this blanket or more like an epic story that just seems to go on forever. Gotta do something the while away the hours on a lazy day.

A Beautiful Place to Do the Washing

Saturday 16^th June 2012

20’14.416 – 149’01.003
A Beautiful Place to Do the Washing -Tongue Bay
Tongue Bay Anchorage, Hill Inlet, Hill Inlet Lookout, Tongue Bay Beach
Gentle breeze, cloudy skies, warm day, calm seas

Hill Inlet

It is the weekend for most people but to MrJ and me it is just another day, another day to look for more adventures. 0720h and we are pulling up the anchor once again this time to move not too away, just around the corner to anchor in Tongue Bay which is the long headland that overlooks Hill Inlet and Whitehaven Beach. A beautiful place to be and a beautiful place to do some chores, the washing, baking and cooking all get done.

MrJ pumped some water out of the water tanks into the jerry can to be able to fill out little plastic twin tub washing machine for each load of washing and rinsing. MrJ like does the washing, he likes to do the washing with our little machine as it enables him to be able to work out how to save water by reusing the water as much as he can. I don’t mind this at it then leaves me free to do my bread and cake baking and any other cooking there is to be done in the galley. This day I had made a big hot pot of bacon, split pea, barley, lentils, dried beans and vegies in my Shuttle Chef slow cooker.

Gary on the beach

Gary and Mercedes off Forever Dreaming had dinghied ashore to do the Hill Inlet Lookout walk when the tide was on high. This would show the beautiful Hill Inlet on the other side of the headland full of water. It was later in the day round 1400h before MrJ and I put our dinghy in the water. Taking Gary and Mercedes with us to see the view at low tide, low water, MrJ first tried to get the dinghy ashore at the Tongue Bay Beach but the tide was too low exposing the rocky coral top and reef before the stony beach making impossible for our laden dinghy to get over. Next trick was to dinghy around the headland and onto the top end of the long white sandy beach of Hill Inlet.

Lava Rock

The sea was a little choppy and the water spray was coming over the dinghy’s bow getting everyone wet. MrJ soon had us at the beach where the sloppy sea was breaking in small wavelets onto the shore. Gary was the first to jump out turning the dinghy’s nose into the swell as he did. Mercedes and I both jumped out, me tightly clutching my so called waterproof bag that carried my good camera. MrJ then drove the dinghy back around the headland, aiming to row it into the other beach and was to meet us up the track on the hill which he did and then we all walked the track up to the Hill End Lookout.

Colourful berries

Before leaving the beach Gary, Mercedes and I did a little exploring along the shoreline. We found the sand to be so fine just like a fine powder and so white against that blue, blue sky. The rock formations along the shoreline showed evidence of ancient volcanic activity with the remains of a huge lava flow, flowing all the way to the sea. It was all so very interesting and wonderful!

At the Hill Inlet Lookout we could see for miles and miles. Our eyes could sweep the vast low sand dunes left behind in the inlet by the receding tide. Whiteness everywhere with the pattern of the little water courses everywhere. There were tiny ant like people way below and a few tourists’ boats where the sand met the sea adding a splash of extra colour to the whiteness and the brilliant blue. How could one but not applaud such a magnificent scene?

Mercedes with cracked cocnut

After coming down from the hill and coming down from the adrenaline rush that seeing such a sight can cause, we sat on the little beach in Tongue Inlet to wait for a bit more tide to come in before making our way back to our boats in the dinghy. The beach was covered with coral sand and sand with a multitude of very tiny marine life hidden under the larger pieces of plate coral. I also found tiny spiders in their webs hidden in the rock crevices of the old lava flows. The water’s edge was covered in large rock coral formations with colourful live soft corals throughout. This we could see as we gently rowed the dinghy out into deeper water before MrJ fired the outboard engine.

That evening Gary and Mercedes came over for Sundowners. What a wonderful way to finish a great day, with good friends at sunset.

MrJ goes for the dinghy

Off to the Whitsundays

Friday 15^th June 2012

Off to the Whitsundays
Pentecost I, Hamilton I, Fitzalan Beach Anchorage, Solway Passage, Whitehaven Beach Anchorage
20’26.098 S – 149’02.622 E
Little to no wind, calm seas warm sunshine

Sunrise at Gap beach Lindeman Island

This morning MrJ and I waved goodbye to Gary and Mercedes on Forever Dreaming we all sailed out of the anchorage in Gap Beach on Lindeman Island. Ric and Shelly on Neriki will be sailing out soon: Shelly to catch the plane out of Hamilton and Ric to make his own way for the next two weeks while Shelly pays a visit back home. This morning we too will be moving on, moving to our next anchorage and our next adventure.

For all three boats, this is the beginning of their own exploration of the Whitsunday Islands. Who knows, we may meet up again somewhere around the corner to enjoy more adventures together.

Neriki sailing past Pentecost Island

MrJ and I motored around to the NW side of Lindeman, Boat Port Bay; the wind and swell was coming up from the SSW so this anchorage was out of the question. We then turned about to head northward, heading towards Hamilton Island. MrJ was thinking that the anchorage on the other side of Hamilton, on Whitsunday Island in the Fitzalan Passage called Fitzalan Anchorage (20’29.596 S – 149’02.839 E) might have been a good spot to drop the anchor to do his internet business. I set the anchor and we waited for the boat to settle. The wind was bulleting around the horn on Hamilton Island push our stern to the coral shore. Not liking to be on a lee shore especial it being that nasty boat-biting coral stuff; MrJ and I decided it was better not to stay here so I pulled up the anchor and we were off again.

This time it was a great sail across the passage at the bottom of Whitsunday Island, past Turtle and Chance Bay with a 20knt wind on the beam and a fast running sea. Around the bottom of the island and through Solway Passage where the wind abated and the pass was smooth with an outgoing tide. Once through the pass MrJ steered AR into the calm waters off Whitehaven Beach. Guess who was also there? Forever Dreaming! I bet that they thought that we were following them. They didn’t and were glad to see us.

Suset play on the Whitehaven Beach

MrJ and I anchored AR a fare distance along the beach from where all the tourist and charter boats had anchored and Forever Dreaming was right smack bang in the middle of them all. Later that afternoon when we caught up with Gary and Mercedes for drinks on the beach, Mercedes said that it was rather fun being in a mongst it all getting to see and hear all the goings on. While on the beach having Sundowners we also met Jeremy and Iona and their three girls. MrJ and I had met Jeremy and one of his daughters at Shaw Island and now we were able to meet the whole family with Jeremy’s mum and dad too. The little girls had become so accustomed to boating life in their short six month of sea life on board that it showed in everything that they would do. Things like help haul in the dinghy, tie a line off and general running about their 50foot catamaran. It was amazing to watch them playing on the beach together; finding anything to play with, not bringing their own toys and such but finding an old length of rope and making an afternoon of fun while we waited for the setting sun.

Seeing these girls brought thoughts of my own dear grandchildren so many miles away.

Exploring Lindeman Island

Thursday 14^th June 2012

Exploring Lindeman Island
Lindeman Island Resort, Public Jetty, Mt Oldfield, Gap Beach Anchorage
20’26.098 – 149’02.622
Very little wind WSW, warm sunny day

Looking down from MtOldfield at old resort and out boats at anchor

MrJ and I left Burning Point Anchorage Shaw Island at 0905h hoping to catch a little bit of wind to get a sail up going across to the southern end of Lindeman Island. We started out with just the genoa out but had to pull her in when the wind dropped off completely making us use the iron sails. We dropped anchor in 11mts of water just east of the public jetty near the now closed resort on Lindeman Island.

Closed resort

How many island resorts have I seen closed? Heaps!

Neriki and Forever Dreaming were not far behind and as soon as we had all settled at anchor – Forever Dreaming did pick up one of the X-resort mooring as it was too deep for them – we dinghied ashore to go hike Mt Oldfield. The climb up the steep road out of the resort area was a bit of a shock to start out hike. It was one of those “straight up” kinds of inclines and we all felt it, we felt like there was not a fit bone in our bodies. Once conquering the incline it was not such a bad hike of 7ks round trip taking us 2 ½ hours to do the trail with a good stop at the top of MT Oldfield to admire the wonderful 360* view. We passed through part of the X-resort, past some of the disused accommodation blocks, past the tennis courts and the archery field which didn’t look too run down. Then was walked along the road that ran beside the airfield before turning off onto a bush track, that had overgrown slightly, which led us down over a wooden walkway which crossed a creek where the trees were filled with the noise and smell of fruit bats. The bats took to the sky in fright as we past underneath and no one was game to look up in fear that they would get peed in the face. No one got peed on, thank goodness!


Up the hill

We walked on along the overgrown track, through dry bushland, through semi tropical rainforest and then out into grassland as we neared the top of Mt Oldfield. Throughout the grassland at the top were hundreds and hundreds “black boys” or to be politically correct, Grass Ferns with tall flowering stems. But the view was what we were there to see and it certainly did not disappoint any of us.

The view

The view from the top of Mt Oldfield was truly 360*; looking as far north as Whitsunday Island, west to the mainland, south down to Brampton Island and east all the way out to sea. How spectacular!

Looking towards Shaw Island

After our fabulous hike and back on board it was time to way anchor and mover around the Gap Beach (20’29.596 – 149’02.839) on the NE side of Lindeman Island for a better protected calm anchorage for the night.

Shaw Island

Wednesday 13^th June 2012

Shaw Island
20’30.274 S – 149’02.813 E
Warm days and cool nights, gentle breezes and no swell


Shaw Island

0800h saw all three boats Alana Rose, Neriki and Forever Dreaming make a move out of the Goldsmith Island anchorage; out and away from the rolly anchorage and sailing not too much further north to the beautiful Shaw Island.

We are now anchored off the south western beach around the headland of Burning Point. It is certainly a much better anchorage with no swell coming around the point, not the rolly action of the sea. Burning Point is an attractive anchorage at the southern end of Shaw Island. The anchorage area is best at 5-12mts to the East of the very tip of the Western point. Datum depths here range from 2 to 8 metres with a grassy bottom. Be sure to not anchor too close to shore. The anchorage is good for East to South West in light to moderately to strong condition, fishing is permitted and it offers great sunset viewing over Lindeman Island.

Rock Cairns

MrJ and I spent yesterday, Tuesday, exploring the beaches and the rocky sea made passage between Burning Point and the island. This passage is where over many years, the boating fraternity has build a multitude of rock cairns. It has become a real tradition to either build your own or add to one of the others; I added to one of the existing cairns.

The beaches at Shaw Island are pristine and very approachable in your dinghy as the tide floods. The grassy bottom in the anchorage also is the home for sea turtles. We kept a good look out and did see a couple breaking the surface for more air as we passed in our dinghy. Beach access is restricted during the months of October to March due to breeding cycles of the Beach Curlew.

Pristine beach

Today was washing day. MrJ pulled the small twin tub plastic washing out of our storage room which I call “the laundry” just because we store the machine in there. MrJ does the washing as it is manual loading of the water while I made a loaf of bread and a small cake for smokos. Tomorrow we will go exploring again.

Goldsmith Island

Monday 11^th June 2012

Goldsmith Island
20’40.218 S – 149’08.950 E
Warm days, cool nights, moderate breezes 10/15 gusting 20knts

Goldsmith Island Anchorage

0625h MrJ and I motor sailed across to Goldsmith Island; taking just over three hours to do the 20n/m. I could see the sails of Neriki coming upon us fast from the south where they and Forever Dreaming had left Brampton Island.

MrJ and I dropped the pick in the first southern bay on Goldsmith as Neriki rounded the headland. We had anchored too close to a bommie and the swell was coming around the headland; not happy with that at all so we pulled the anchor up and move further north to the second bay hoping to get a better spot. Neriki did the same and was not long followed by Forever Dreaming.

The sea must have been still stirred up by the terrible low pressure system off southern Queensland as the swell was running strongly around the island and into all the bays. The wind was more to the S and a little SW which brought the chop into the bay at times making the anchorage rather rolly especially if the boat was copping it on the side.

Never to be deterred, before lunch, MrJ and I went ashore to stretch our leg and explore the beach. There was a lovely long white sandy beach with gentle wave on the shoreline, rocky headlands at both ends with tall Hoop Pines, small She-oak trees to give shade and a camping site with a drop-dunny hut and heaps of wild flowers. But now walking track!

Southern headland

She-oaks - As soon as the name She-oak is mentioned, as is the case with the Gum tree, any fair dinkum Aussie knows exactly what plant you are talking about. But few would know that these strange and mysterious trees possess both real and imaginary powers and maybe one of over 40 species in Australia and the South Pacific.

She-oak bushland

The She-oak family is a highly evolved family and is closely related to no other. They have achieved specialisation in isolated conditions such as exposed, sandy coastal foreshores, riverbanks, dry grassy woodlands, desolate rocky sites or swampy riparian flats. Its generic name Casuarina or Allocasuarina ("Allo"meaning like the casuarina) refers to the fine filamentous branches, which resemble the cassowary's quills. It is also noted that early Australians referred to casuarinas as Australian "Pines". The verticillata in Allocasuarina verticillata relates to the whorled arrangement of the leaves around the stem, (as in bike spokes). The word She-oak comes from the recognition by the early colonial craftsmen that an inferior (in their opinion) oak grain could be achieved by cutting the she-oak logs on the quarter (a specialised saw milling technique) and using the wood for crafting etc.

An architect could not have done a better job of designing these plants for the extreme environmental conditions in which they thrive. The long drooping branches consist of myriads of finer branchlets. The leaves are reduced to ribs on the branchlet, which end in leaf teeth. These reduced leaves occur in whorls located at the evenly spaced joints along the branchlets. These green branchlets perform the same food-making role (photosynthesis) as the leaves, but save on water losses, by reducing transpiration. The trees are endowed with a tough corky, corrugated bark, ideal as a protective shield from the abrasive, sand laden coastal winds. The trees have two distinct forms, either male or female (dioecious). The male tree has long reddish flowers at the ends of its branchlets, which pollinate the rusty red, globular flowers on the female tree. The female's flowers are designed to hang well out to catch the wind born pollen grains that wafts pass from the nearby male. The production of pollen can be so prolific that they often produce a reddish carpet of pollen under the trees.

The fruit resembles brown cones with valves (look like little beaks) opening to produce shiny black seeds. The cones can be assisted to release the seed, by selecting ones that have closed valves, and storing them in a paper bag for a few weeks, until the beaks open to release the seed.

Wildflowers and butterfies

The mysticism of She-oaks relates to the Tahitians, who believed that they arose from the warriors who died in battle, killed by clubs or spears made from its very hard wood. The warriors hair became the foliage and their blood oozed forth once more as the red sap. However, for the colonists, they saw the superstition and mythical nature of the tree in its ability to support the parasitic mistletoe, since it commonly sprawls over and sometimes smoothers this tree. The Australian southern states mistletoe (Amyema sp.) has a remarkable ability to mimic the host she-oak so much so that they are very hard to tell apart. The authenticity of the suspect plant is given away by watching the mistletoe bird feeding on its glutinous berries. The seed passes through the bird's unusual gizzard in 30 minutes and lodges on another She-oak branch. Its green shoot then suckers into the bark, with the help of its enzymes, that breakdown the bark and wood. A broad range of nectar feeding birds pollinates the mistletoes. These include unlikely species such as the cuckoo-shrikes, ravens, cockatoos, shrike thrushes and even wood swallows. They also provide nutritious fruits for the birds to feed on, which is a separate activity to the dispersal role that the mistletoe bird performs. The She-oak's life history is a construct of the fire regime to which it has been subjected. A fire regime is made up of the frequency of the firing (years between successive fires), the season of the fire and the intensity of the fire (relates to the amount of fuel available and moisture levels in the soil and surrounding air). The She-oak is an excellent example of how an individual plant's life history changes depending on the fire regime applied. The response mostly relates to the intensity of the fire as described below.

• For a low intensity fires or cool burns, the older trees are unaffected, whilst the younger plants are killed. However, they will re-sprout from their bases. Cool burns do not release the seed stored in the cones within the canopy.
• For a moderate intensity fires, the younger plants are killed and they mostly do not re-sprout. The mature tree survives, but some of their canopy dies releasing a small amount of seed from the cones.
• For high intensity fire or very hot burns, all She-oaks are killed outright with their survival relying on the release of the seed stored in the cones within its canopy (where it maybe stored for up to 10 years).

She-oak trees, which are killed by hot fires, shed their seed. These will only stay viable for less than 3 months in the soil. With suitable conditions, prolific germination occurs after a hot fire on the sterile nutrient rich ash bed. (Provided that the harvester ants do not grab them first). Once successfully germinated, the dense mass of seedlings crowd out other native plants, which may germinate. It needs to be remembered that, young She-oaks need to have at least 5 to 7 years of growth before they start to produce seed bearing cones and at least 10 years before they have a reasonable number of cones in their canopy. If no further hot fires occur the She-oak community dominates the area once again. If two hot fires occur within 7 years then the She-oak woodland will be replaced by grassy woodland.

The craft wood potential of the hard, beautifully grained, reddish timber was recognised by early settlers. Its attributes ensured an export market to the mother country. Here it was treated as a prized wood, only to be used sparingly on highly prized projects. Small artefacts such as document boxes or inlaid features in fine quality furniture were crafted from this imported She-oak. The strength of the wood proved useful to colonists for crafting axe handles and other tool handles. Today the wood has once again been recognised for its qualities to the point where a few plantations of She-oaks have recently been planted. These plantations also benefit the apiary industry as the flowers' pollen attracts honeybees, which produce a distinctive tasting honey. She-oak was also noted for its firewood property of burning very hot, leaving a pure white ash bed. This white ash proved ideal as a sheet whitener, prior to commercial whiteners. This ash also comprised the major component in soap, forming the "Li" or alkali which, when mixed with animal fat (Sheep or Roo origins) and scented with rose water, chemically combined to form real true blue soap. She-oak was popularly used for making spears. The inner bark and sapwood shavings were soaked in water and the liquid gargled for toothaches.

Aboriginal tribes used the She-oak trunks for attracting grubs. The trunk was dumped into creeks and rivers to attract grubs. These were harvested and eaten raw or cooked. The young She-oak cones were chewed to promote salvia in dry mouths, as they travelled long distances through the hot, dry landscape. Exudates collected from the trunk were chewed or melted with warm water to form a jelly prior to eating.

Still at the Newry Islands

Sunday 9^th June 2012

Still at the Newry Islands
Cool, cloudy, windy (15/20knts) and a little choppy on the water

Concertina Rock, Outer Newry Island & Wedding Cake Islet 

Here we are still anchored between Newry and Outer Newry Island when our mates off Neriki and Forever Dreaming have sail out to Brampton Island. The weather has set in for a few days and MrJ and I chose to stay put rather than go. We have been to Brampton before, a couple of times and I know that it is another beautiful island worth exploring but sitting in the Newrys is a much better option in my books.

Thursday MrJ and I went for morning tea on Forever Dreaming, Mercedes and Gary’s boat, an eleven metre Easy that he built himself. What a lovely boat with a great finish and fresh feel.

After morning tea all of us, me and MrJ, Gary and Mercedes and Ric and Shelly, took the dinghies across to the rocky landing on Outer Newry Island enabling us to walk the short track over to the other side of the island. It was nearly high tide which made it very easy to get ashore but shoes were a must for the hiking and getting over the slippery rock at the water’s edge.

Wearing his best socks

The track across Outer Newry Island is well marked, leaving the camping ground area where there is an old fishing hut, picnic table, a water tank and two loos, male and female. The loos are pit type (hole in the ground) in a modern out-house structure. Most of these types of modern pit loos are self decomposing which is far better than the old hole in the ground of days gone by.

Following the track to the other side of Outer Newry Island I found more evidence of the digging wild life on the island and lots of Jewelled Spiders.



Jewelled Spider

Jewel or Spiny Spider - female: 8 mm, male: 4 mmThe ring of black spines around the abdomen and the distinctive yellow, white and black markings make this spider easy to identify. In some parts of Australia the common name for this species is the Christmas spider because it is most often noticed in December and January. However, with diligent searching it can be found from November to about May. I was very lucky to see these spiders at this time of year. This spider builds a small circular web between shrubs. Although sometimes this spider's web is reduced to a few supporting strands.

Over on the other side of Pouter Newry Island is a large stony beach area; to the west of this beach is Concertina Rock and to the east is Wedding Cake Islet.  The boys tried to walk across all those stones to get a better look at Concertina Rock but found the going too tough and came back. We decided that it was a much better idea to return to our dinghies to motor around the western point for our better view.

Stony beach

Lunchtime found our happy cruisers at the campground and old resort area on Newry Island once again. Picnic bags full of lots of goodies were spread across the table. Ric supplies the gas BBQ for our meat and everyone else brought enough food to feed an army and an army’s appetite we all had after our trekking and exploring most of the morning.

After lunch I went off to take a few shot of the ruins, the old resort building or what is now left, main brick and stone rubble. These shots will make very interesting black and white photos. Yes I know – as MrJ always says – I’m obsessed with my photographer. More like an addition, I think!

Picnic area

Friday morning the mates sailed out, Neriki and Forever Dreaming leaving Alana Rose behind, leaving MrJ and me to be “Darby and Jones” once more.

Being “Darby and Jones” is something that I have become accustomed to over the five years plus some that MrJ and I have been living on the water. I was introduced to this way of life when we chose to buy our boat home, Alana Rose, in another country and we had to get her home back to OZ somehow. The sailing passage through the Caribbean waters, through parts of South and Central American waters, through the Panama Canal and then all the way across the great Pacific Ocean to Australia was a fabulous adventure with many stop-offs at many wonderful, exciting and romantic places. Visiting all these magic places was the holiday; sailing the passages was the work and some of the work was very hard and at times was even scary. By the end of this passage the work became less stressful as I had learnt more ways how to hand not only the physical side by my own personal outlook, feeling and stresses.

The old Brady's Cabin

I was never lonely and am still not; there is always something new to see or do every day. I have learnt to be more “still”, to chill, to relax more and to find smaller things to do when confined to my home in bad weather which is not much different to a land person on rainy days. Besides doing the continuing cleaning chores I cook, knit, crochet, write, take pictures and play on the computer when the power lets me. When the weather is fine I go ashore to explore, walk the trails, take pictures or paddle my kayak to interesting shorelines. Sometime I have the company of other cruising and boating people, sometimes not. Most times it is just MrJ and me as “Darby and Jones”, all alone.

We are left at the Newry’s anchorage with two other small sailing boats. Two local boaties that I assume live in this anchorage for most of the time maybe to return to somewhere now and again for their supplies. I have waved to these two old sailors when I see them go by which is hardly ever; one has a small wooden row boat the other has a rubber duckie (rubber dinghy) with a motor. I never see either of these sailors on deck except when there is a need for one sailor to call out to his mate. One afternoon the row boat sailor went over to visit the rubber duckie sailor, who I have since heard him being called Pat. Pat the Rubber Duckie Sailor! Another day the two old sailors took a rolled sail over to the campsite; maybe to do some repairs. (???) Since the weather has turned inclement the old sailors stay below in his own boat only to surface once a day to have a quick slosh down out of a bucket  while standing in his own tint cockpit. They would get their fresh water supply from the rainwater tanks at the National Park’s campsite on the islands. Freezing!

The anchorage between Newry & Outer Newry Islands

Last night, Saturday, there was a small fishing boat camped on the northern side of the Newry Island campgrounds near the old resort area. They had a big campfire lit down on the beach where they would be protected from the southerly winds. Pity our boat was moving so much with the winds, the fire would have made a great photo.

Tonight a foreign boat sailed into the anchorage and parked right behind AR. What a pity that we are leaving in the morning. MrJ and I are planning a sail across to Goldsmith Island where we should meet up with Neriki and Forever Dreaming.