Strahan, West Coast. The past 24 hours have been intense, but along the lines of a very old movie title, ‘if this is Sunday it must be Strahan’. And a very sunny, ice-cream licking location it is. We are tied up alongside a schmick fishing boat – with picturesque Strahan village behind us.
As ever with boating, our plan to stay overnight at Three Hummock Island changed at the last minute. Just before we sat down for dinner – following an impromptu VDLC gathering ashore – we decided that it was a good idea to up sticks that evening and start our 120-mile journey to Strahan rather than wait until the morning. Working 2-hour watches between the three of us we motored overnight, with a total passage time of 18 hours. There were some interesting fishing boat sightings, plenty of rock and roll (non-boaties please note this is not dancing, it’s a lively motion of the boat), and ‘Stavros’ our new crew member whiled away quite some time ‘feeding the fish’.
Seeing the dawn, arriving in Strahan at a sensible hour, and then having the afternoon to relax, eat lunch, play cards and (for the others) snooze, would suggest we made the right decision to leave Three Hummock when we did. But, there’s more to tell about our pit-stop with Bev and John O’Brien, and for that you will have to wait for the next post.
Not a great photo, but it was my first dawn while on watch
We passed through the infamous 'Hell's Gates' in heavenly conditions
The boys went ashore and guess what they bought for lunch...
We are not the only VDLC crew taking it easy in Strahan