Late afternoon when the two zodiacs returned and were hoisted onto deck, the anchor was weighed (demudded at length), and we set off on a leisurely cruise around parts of Bathurst Harbour. The end of day sun shone to sharpen the contours of the rocks and mountains nearby, features which Rob’s photo below captured.
I was in awe and clicked away. This brief cruise reinforced my idea of the large scale of the Harbour.
Ralph’s photos below shows some key crew members who made our voyage successful.
A platter of nibbles with biscuits and cheese was brought onto deck. Ralph recorded the following photo.
Then there was the ‘seagull’ which amused us all; his job was to be on Watch and support the helmsman but when he had a speedy moment, his hands swooped for a quick pick up before the First Mate or Captain spotted the activity, and then he had ‘flown’ back to his job. We had all felt greatly supported by this crew member and laughed at his forays to our platter, and were more than happy to share.
The Captain was keen to get going before dark because of a section known as The Narrows – the point where bushwalkers take a boat across the Channel between the north and the south when walking the Port Davey Track which connects with Lake Pedder in the north.
Finally we entered the Bathurst Channel for the last time with Mt Rugby on our right.
A flight of swans farewelled us; see Ralph’s photo below.
Hanging over us was a degree of sadness at departure; the end of our voyage and adventure was imminent. We motored along the Channel towards Schooner Cove, passing a pod of dolphins near The Narrows, in “the late afternoon sun across endless mountains and hills highlighting beaches, rocky outcrops and endless tiny plump islands.”