When only fresh bread will do.

Confronted by three hours of motoring to navigate our way through the heavy traffic of Gladstone Harbour there was only one thing to do. Bake bread! And do the washing, charge every battery aboard, along with computers, phones, cameras and ipads. It’s been a little cloudy recently so the solar panels haven’t been contributing much. Continue reading


Town of 1770

When Captain James Cook sailed his ship The Endeavour into a narrow creek in May, 1770, he had no marker buoys to guide him, no maps to give him depth and no motor to keep him out of trouble. He would have had a man up a crows nest and another with a lead and Continue reading


Half Moon Bay

So what do you think? I love it, but I may be biased 🙂 Half Moon Bay Ellie Wilding has been running from her past, but when the residents of Half Moon Bay call for help she knows it’s finally time to return home.  As an international photojournalist, she’s used to violence in war zones, Continue reading


Anyone for Bundy?

Zeus sends his thanks to everyone who asked after him. He’s almost back to his sparky best. Meanwhile GW and I caught up on sleep, some chores and I battled the internet. My wonderful Telstra connection failed me at the worst possible time as I had an online meeting today. Thankfully there are places in Continue reading


I think it was something I ate…

Hi it’s Zeus here again. It’s been a while since I took over the blog and I had planned on regaling you with stories of my adventures, but it was a rough night last night, for me anyway, and I’m all wrung out… But I promised Helene I’d do the blog last night so the Continue reading


Just hangin’ on the chain

A strong wind warning was still in place today so we stayed hangin’ on the anchor chain for the day, dancing in the wind and the tide. Funniest moment was GW hooking the rubber ducky with his lure in his attempts to catch dinner as we spun in a wild gust. (We ate pasta instead, Continue reading


Sécurité, sécurité, strong wind warning.

I knew that wind this morning was strong enough to blow a dog off its chain. We left the safety of Pelican Bay and headed north under storm sails – two handkerchiefs wouldn’t have looked out of place up our mast! Roo Bin Esque lifted her skirts and scooted along in the gusty winds and Continue reading


Crossing the bar

Crossing the bar means many things to many people. Alfred Lord Tennyson’s beautiful poem always makes me cry with its promise and its farewell. A  bar crossing can be the start of an adventure or the finish, where safe harbour and family and friends beckon. It can be a treacherous bar, with currents and eddies Continue reading


Lighter winds, but the warriors were out and about.

We started the day with a trip to the beach for Zeus and you can only imagine his joy at finding more sticks. I think he may be developing a small phobia about his lime green lifejacket, but I keep telling him he looks very smart and brave in it. I don’t think he’s entirely Continue reading