Wednesday
24th April
Yesterday, after my cold shower/no swim,
I sat at the computer for a while, then read my book. I finished Gone Girl… And no I could not have predicted how this grim tale
would have reached any sort of logical conclusion. Terrifying!
Gripping!! At the back of the
book there is an interview with Gillian Flynn and she sounds…so jolly, so nice,
such fun!!!
By the way…and this is actually VERY
good news. (For me. And isn’t it all about Me Me Me?? If you read Gone Girl you will discover somebody even more inclined in that
direction…) The news is…I can read! On the boat!
Without vomiting!! Wee
hee!!! I am thrilled to bits. The downside is…Pete and I are going to run
out of books very swiftly!!
Pete read his book on the couch then did
some computer stuff but I fear his computer is coming to the end of its
days. Stone Age Piece Of Crap, as Barbara’s son Gareth would have said,
in his teen years. (This computer is
about four years old…scrapheap material!!)
The sun went down very slowly and surely, but it never for one second
diminished in strength.
I covered as
many windows as possible with a variety of sarongs, but piercing rays of
blistering heat came through; I found it almost impossible not to run – yes –
shrieking dementedly to hurl myself into the crocodile-laden-sea…)
It is breathtakingly beautiful
here. I am not complaining…just
explaining!!
One of the women I met at the theatre
restaurant affair on Saturday, in the group from Carlyle Gardens, is the
leading light in the craft group at the retirement village (they prefer to call
it Retirement Resort, of course…) Elaine was a very nice woman, recently
widowed, and very positive about her life.
Her craft group meet once a week and they do all manner of amazing and
wonderful things. They knit beautiful
fleecy rugs for children in Nepal, little premmie babies who have hitherto been
wrapped in newspaper, or horsehair, are now cocooned in feathery soft
Australian wool blankies. I told her
that I belong to a knitting group too.
And we knit…for ourselves, and for each other’s and our own grand children… I felt a bit chastened; maybe
one day I will have time to knit extra thingies, for premmie babies in Nepal…(Absolutely
can’t knit on the boat these latitudes…TOO HOT!! Fingers all sticky!!!)
Today we made our way through glorious
Hinchinbrook Channel; just magnificent.
Similar in beauty to Marovo Lagoon in the Western Province of the
Solomons, and reminiscent, in a tropical way, of Bathurst Harbour in our own
wonderful Tasmanian southwest. Dreamy
mythical mountains reaching down into the pristine sea…
Then up the coast, past even more lovely
islands – the Family group, including Dunk Island. We are just north of Dunk Island, anchored at
a smaller beach next to Mission Beach.
Pete’s friend Peter Salmon was there to meet us, and we are now staying
in Pete and Maddie’s wonderful tropical house.
This afternoon Maddie took me on a small
excursion. First mission at Mission
Beach was to go to the post office, where they have the very nicest post cards
I have ever seen. And second mission was
to go and look at Pete and Maddie’s bush block, above Bingil Bay. Maddie is a delicate, refined sort of woman…but
she took the wrong turn and bounced us up a steep track which was very
overgrown. She gave a startled scream – fuck me dead! as we hurtled through the
undergrowth. I wasn’t in the least alarmed;
I was too entranced with the jungle, and too busy looking for a cassowaries.
Oh and as a potscript…here is a sad and
sorry photo of…the severed remote control for the anchor…
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