Thursday 27 November
Woke up to the sounds of my very good friend Kevin Lynch giving me a call “”HOLLY HOLLY THIS IS MOOLOOLABA BREAKFAST CLUB OVER” a call I have received every Thursday morning since leaving the coast .What can I say ,if he didn’t shave I’d marry him .
Norm Cooper’s regular call every week also has been a source of great comfort to me.
The journey has been long and hard and the obstacles have come from some unexpected quarters and have been some of the worst I have faced but if you don’t try to take them head on, give them your best shot what do you amount to.
As Rudyard Kipling said – to gamble all on the toss of a dice – lose – and walk away without moments regret - and start again – you are a man my son –or something like that.
On a more even note, went ashore and took my rubbish with me. Rubbish on the boat is a big problem that grows every day, excuse the pun.
Called in and saw Sheree at the cafe and offered her copies of the photos that I’d taken yesterday. She in return offered me one of her lovely cups of coffee. Greg had gone fishing for the day so the cafe was closed ,though next week they have bookings every day.
We yarned on the veranda overlooking the bay about many things. I commented on the fact that one of the great things of the trip, even more than the scenery, has been the people that I’ve met, her and Greg are certainly on the list , wonderful people . There was one sour note though, she asked if I’d seen the crock this morning, I replied that I hadn’t seen one since starting the trip. A nonchalant reply was, Oh, a three metre one went past your boat this morning, ---Oh dear--,
The view from the cafe veranda.
Before I left, I borrowed a plastic bag off Sheree and picked up quite a few succulent mangoes from the foreshore before rowing out to Holly.