I love being able to share recommendations for great books and today you get to meet the author of one of those as well as hear about the story. DB Tait’s first book, Cold Deception, hooked me from the first page. Her second book in the series, Desperate Deception, kept me glued to the pages Continue reading
Tag: Australian Romantic Suspense
The downside of the great adventure…
It’s been a strange old week. The forecast winds haven’t dropped below 25 knots (50 kms/hr) and the gusts have been considerably stronger. We’ve stayed anchored in Double Bay along with another couple of boats, all cocooned in our own little worlds. Roobinesque’s been tugging at her anchor while Wilbur the Wind generator continues to Continue reading
Shaw Island and company with pedigree
We were up with the sun this morning at Thomas Island as the promised wind shift arrived early. (I know weather forecasting is not an exacting science, and I appreciate they work very hard, and I don’t wish to sound ungrateful, but in the last two weeks the weather’s been leading the forecast by 12 Continue reading
Where’s the Bundy rum when you need it…
We slipped out of The Great Sandy Strait marina before the sun had done more than warm the horizon. By the time we’d hoisted the sails the first kisses of sunlight glinted on Roobi’s rigging. It’s a time of day that always makes me smile. With the wind forecast to be northerly we knew we’d Continue reading
Thanks to the Hervey Bay whales!
Brisbane’s all grown up
After four weeks of being of no-fixed abode it felt a little weird flying back into Brisbane yesterday and realising it’s not home anymore. I found myself looking at it through a slightly different lens as I drove around and ticked off the jobs I needed to do. I’d booked a hotel down at Kangaroo Continue reading
Sunrise photos with a difference!
The change of weather whipped through at about 9.30 last night complete with thunder, lightening and the patter of rain. In the space of an hour the Susan River went from a washing machine to a bath tub. In the middle of the line of storms I realised I could hear running water – inside Continue reading
Where was Hornblower when we needed him?
Lying in bed this morning we debated for five minutes whether we were listening to heavy dew or light rain dripping on the decks. It was still dark, but the only thing I could see through the hatch above us was the anchor light at the top of our mast. Where were the stars? Turns Continue reading
A bit of this and a bit of that
Once I’d watched the sun rise this morning, we decided to look for an anchorage further north towards the start of the Sheridan Flats, an area in the Sandy Strait which needs to be crossed at high or rising tide, to give us a good start tomorrow. There were a couple of places that looked Continue reading
Chill out time
It was a leisurely day aboard Roobinesque. We went for paddle. We went for a walk and discussed the size of the dingo paw prints in the sand. The track from the campsite at Snout Point is well defined, but we can’t find any information on where it actually ends up. The campsite also doesn’t Continue reading