| After a rush to get the last minute things organised on the boat on Saturday morning, we were finally heading for West Point on Magnetic Island at around 2pm. Shortly after anchoring we headed for the beach and spent the afternoon sitting in the water. A long period had passed and then we were joined by a jovial fellow by the name of Ron. Ron kindly invited us back to his ‘shack’ on the island and so we made it back to our boats gathered nibbles and drinks and headed for Ron’s place. It was a relaxing evening – sharing stories/tales with Ron and his mate Steve whilst listening to music. The wallabies and possums joined us on the vacant lawn beside our table, nibbling on seeds, crackers and the odd carrot. Eventually, Ron started to give us the hint that it was time for us to leave. The candid slander to get lost was closely followed by a black out and left us wondering if Ron was serious about wanting us to leave. We managed to get power again and drank some more. As the third batch of rain started to fall, we were all wondering what part of the contents of our boats were getting soaked so we packed up our things and headed for home. |  |
The Adventures of the Sailing Vessel 'Anais'
