Sunday, 7 December 2025

Friday 5 December 2025 Wapengo

 

At last, weather suitable for a paddle plus another 2.00m high tide - bliss.

As high tide was due at 8.52am at the entrance we met up at the oyster sheds at 8.00am. Having launched we decided to head up and across the lake and a little way up the creek.  The oyster farmers were busy tending their produce and preparing for the Christmas holiday rush.

 Up the creek we turned at the old oyster shed and headed for the mouth. A little past our launch spot the tide turned and we had a lovely float down to where we pulled in for morning tea. Having not seen each other since we last paddled in early October, the sun obligingly came out and we settled down in a patch of it and for the next hour or so caught up on each others news.

Back on the water the incoming swell aided our paddle for the first 100ms or so but when it fell away we found ourselves struggling to make progress against the outgoing tide. Forward momentum fell to a crawl as we approached and rounded the first corner and I for one was very relieved to reach the eddy in the little bay.

Resting in the eddy for a moment we realised our mistake.  We should have paddled down to the entrance first off, and then returned on the slack. For the rest of the trip we stuck to the edge, paddling from eddy to eddy and further on sneaking behind the oyster beds where the flow of the outgoing tide was barely felt.  

Not much filming today, we were too busy chatting.



9.9km


Sunday, 9 November 2025

Friday 7 November 2025 The Murrah on a 2m high tide

 As a rare 2m high tide was due at the entrance at 10.00am we set off from the bridge about 9.30 on the still incoming tide. We headed downstream on glassy water liberally dusted with the last of the spring wattle blossom.




7.35kms

Thursday, 16 October 2025

Saturday 11 October 2025 Bermagui River

With a high tide of 1.9m at 12.02pm and a wind forecast of 8-12kmph (and the bit I didn't read - with strong gusts!) Saturday looked like a good day to paddle.

We met up with S&V down at Slipway beach at 10.00am aiming to launch at 10.30.

As you will see from the video we set off in near perfect conditions, heading up river. There was enough water to explore the Bermagui Salt Marsh before rejoining the river.

As we paddled on the stronger and longer the gusts became until they were almost constant.  Thankfully the incoming tide mitigated the, by then, strong head wind into which we were paddling.

Reaching the campground we paused to discuss our options. We opted to battle on to the next bend in the river to check out the conditions. As we turned the corner we could smell and then see smoke on the left hand side up near the end of the long straight. With no rain to speak of for a month and it been so windy and blowing straight toward Bermi we thought we should check it out.

So with bent heads we paddled on until we found the source of the smoke.  Some idiot had lit a burn pile of logs. It was beside the river in an area mainly protected from the wind.  Having first lived with the threat of the 2019/2020 bush fire which over 6 weeks burn't to within 4ks of our properties and then in 2023 having 4 hours notice of the Coologolite fire which burn't both our properties and which, rumour has it, started after a burn pile reignited; we might be oversenstive, but we all thought it an irresponsible thing to do.

Anyway, having got that far we decided to continue on to the confluence and stop for lunch.

After a very pleasant soujourn at the confluence as we had lunch and then waited for the tide to turn we took to the water happy in the thought that we would have the wind at our backs. THEN, L broke out his sail - we begged him not to, but he insisted and sure enough within a couple of hundred metres the sail blew back, completely enveloping L's head as wind shifted and did an about face.  I did capture this moment on the GoPro but somehow it didn't make it into the edited video!

As we paddled passed the site of the burn pile we were relieved to see someone in attendance,  tho' they were just pushing up the pile with their tractor.

Thankfully, the new headwind wasn't as forceful as earlier, even so we took a couple of breaks, exploring litte side channels, only accessible on big tides, to get some relief from the wind. 

Again the tide really helped us and we found the paddle most enjoyable. After loading the boats we rewarded ourselves by stopping at the wharf and sitting in the sun enjoying delicious gelati.



14kms


 

Wednesday, 15 October 2025

1 October - 5 October 2025 Gabo Island, Victoria

 Organised by our friends from Mallacoota, another 'lighthouse' stay; this time at Gabo Island, about 8km down the coast from the eastern most point of Victoria.


We arrived at our overnight accommodation in Mallacoota late Tuesday afternoon to find KT&GT already in residence. After unpacking the eski into the fridge and freezer we caught up over a cup of tea. Just as were finishing our cuppas P arrived to make sure we had settled in before walking us around to his house where G and her sister M were busy preparing dinner for us all.

Following greetings and introductions some serious discussion ensued between the women to ensure we had, between us, catered adequately for our stay on Gabo. G then informed us that the charter boat was departing at 10.00am from Bastion Point and due to the local rats love of gnawing on wiring no cars should be left at Bastion Point for the 4 nights we would be away.  The men then joined the discussion to figure logistics and thence a departure time from our houses. Provisions and logistics sorted we then relaxed and a most convivial evening followed.

The next morning there were some unforseen delays - in G's case a walk back home to retrieve her jacket which had been left in the car. Luckily our logistics had allowed some leeway and after some grunt work to get our mountain of gear down the dock and onto the boat we cast off only 5 minutes late.


On our way

It was a smooth and enjoyable approx 12km boat ride up the beautiful coastline, passing close to Tullaberga Island and





we arrived at the little Gabo Island wharf at 10.30am  to find Sandy, the Ranger, waiting for us with a Polaris and trailer ready to take all the luggage.  GT and M, the keenest hikers in our group elected to walk to our island accommodation and as the fancy Polaris (which L and GT had, a little enviously, been drooling over) took 5 passengers, the rest of us elected to travel in style.

Upon reaching the cottage Sandy left us to unpack the trailer and buggy. Once we had everything inside we had a quick explore and discovered that the two original Assistant Lighthouse keepers cottages had been knocked into one and now comprised 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, living & dining rooms, kitchen, covered in verandah on the northern side and open verandahs on the eastern and southern sides - very spacious indeed. Then it was time to unpack and prepare lunch.

After a spot of whale watching we did the first of many walks, this one only short as we spent so much time oohing and aahing and watching young New Zealand fur seals.

The lighthouse, at 47m is Australia's 2nd tallest


Looking north across to the mainland


Looking back toward the Lighthouse and our cottage.




This young NZ Fur Seal slid of the rocks across the way and swam over


to check us out.


Returning to the cottage for


 some arvo tea whilst whale watching. The time passed quickly and all too soon it was time for dinner followed by teaching Euno to the unintiated.

Following a good nights sleep in surprisingly comfortable beds we arose to find a lavish table set for breakfast - a large bowl of fresh fruit salad (courtesy of GT and as far as L&I are concerned,his signature dish), yoghurt, muesli, weetbix, and courtesy of G and KT a variety of homemade jams and marmalades ready to slather on toast made from G's wonderful homemade bread. And this was how we started every day - bliss.

Then it was more whale watching until everyone was ready for a walk:


to Boulder Bay



and onward, on a path freshly whippersnipped through the kikuyu by Sandy the previous afternoon.



Remains of an old hut. At one stage there were more than 90 people living and working on the island.



After lunch it was time for a tour of the Lightstation with Sandy.

Looking south toward the mainland

The slot in the rocks marked by the blue arrow is where the yacht Gypsy Moth V ran aground. The Gypsy Moth V was the last boat built and sailed by Sir Francis Chichester before his death in 1972. In 1982 she was chartered by lone sailer Desmond Hampton for the first Around Alone race. Failing to wake from a nap on 18 December 1982 Desmond was rudely awakened when the boat ran aground, luckily for Desmond, up the slot. A little after 6.00pm one of the lighthouse keepers was amazed to receive a May-Day signal coming less than 200ms from the lighthouse. Upon venturing out to find the source of the signal he was further amazed to meet Desmond strolling toward him with a cat under his arm.
The boat, stuck fast and having received substantial damage to its hull was doomed. Desmond, along with locals and the lighthouse keepers salvaged everything except the masts and engine.



On 15 May 1853 the steamship SS Monumental wrecked on Tullaberga Island with the loss of 37 lives, 35 of whom were passengers.  This disaster led to the building of the Gabo Island Lighthouse. A temporary stumpy wooden lighthouse was erected on the highest point of the island until the construction of the present lighthouse and three residences, in pink granite quaried on the island, was completed in 1862.

In 1886-1888 a telegraph operator's residence was constructed in mass concrete to the design of NSW colonial architect James Barnet - the white house in the back ground that looks the same as the Greencape cottages.  Currently unused I think there are plans to renovate it for further accommodation.



As well as activity connected with navigation, other human activity Gabo has endured is as a sealing and whaling site, a couple of quarries extracting the fabulous pink granite for buildings in Melbourne and Sydney and it housed a WWII radar station.

Whilst descending from the top of the lighthouse a hailstorm struck and the seal pups lying on the rocks set up a wail and many of them took to the water.



Unusual propeller illegally salvaged (the salvagers were nabbed) from a sunken fishing boat


After the tour it was back to the cottage for variously more whale watching, reading, snoozing, talking, and jigsawing.  Then after dinner Euno and the newbies were starting to get the hang of the game.

Starting off Friday morning with another luxe breakfast followed by a bit of whale watching,



 we decided another walk before the predicted gale force winds kicked in.



Having inspected the cemetary G, KT and I headed back by another track to start getting lunch ready,


whilst the others kept going, passed the remains of the WWII radar installion which


was beside the last remainder of the original temporary wooden lighthouse


and onwards,


for the hardy GT and M to the tip of the island,


whilst P and L braved the wind while watching the seas pick up.


Upon the intrepid walkers return they warmed their innards with a bowl of hot soup and then it was time for more whale watching. The wind was strong and the seas were heaving and the whales obligingly kicked off.

Once again the afternoon passed quickly by and some progress was made on the jigsaw, situated as it was, in the sunny and warm covered in verandah, a good place to thaw out between stints of whale watching.


After dinner more Euno and now the newbies were holding their own having learned how to play this viscious little card game.

Saturday dawned and the gale force winds had abated and the skies were blue.

 Another luxe breakfast and I have to say that GT's fresh fruit salad followed by toast made from G's bread spread with KT's marmalade beats eggs and bacon by a mile. Again the whales put on a show for us.


With P and L, both keen boaters in earlier life, we walked down to inspect the slot up which the Gypsy Moth V sailed to her doom and then strolled back to inpsect the stone work of the light house and wall more closely.

These buttresses were added after this section of the wall was partially destroyed by huge seas in, I think, September 1895.  You can see where, in our cottage, they cut holes in the floor for the water to flow out.






The perfect curving stone work at the base of the lighthouse is in stark contrast to the construction of the wall.


Gabo Island Lightstation is architecturally significant for the high standard of its building design attributed to Charles Maplestone. The tower itself is a remarkably well proportioned structure whose finely crafted pink granite is without parallel in Australia. The profile of the ltower was replicated at all subsequent manned lighthouses in Victoria. 


Beautiful

After lunch 4 of our party went for one last walk on the island and three of us stayed behind to float between whale watching and jigsawing. 

Sandy joined us for dinner and he told us more fascinating stories of the island and how he came to be there, a little of which can be read in this ABC article.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2024-10-26/gabo-island-lighthouse-keeper-leaves-after-25-years/104490236

After Sandy left (he has to get up at 3.00am every night to take the weather reading) there was just time for a few more rounds of cutthroat and hilarious Euno before we too retired for we had to be up early to get packed up and ready for Sandy at 9.15am. As Daylight Saving time was kicking in at 2.00am (which Sandy warned us about) we lost an hours sleep.  Sandy has also cautioned us that Reinhardt was insistent that the boat was to leave at 10.00am

GT, bless him, arose even earlier than the rest of us to make the fruit salad and we made time to have our last scrummy breakfast on the island. Then we scurried to pack up, clean up and get everything outside ready to load into the trailer. When Sandy arrived he told us he had just heard from Reinhardt - who'd forgotten about daylight saving time so he wouldn't get to the little wharf until about 10.45am.

So we had time to relax, sit in the sun, watch a few more whales go by, watch the seals on the rocks and watch the terns fly by.

A pair of Sooty Oyster Catchers


Seal pup on the rocks below the cottage


Then there was just time for a group pic,

before heading down to the wharf. 


for another smooth ride back to Bastion Point.


Another delightful Lighthouse stay sadly over. KT and GT had to leave straight away for their home in  South Gippsland, L&I staying to enjoy our friends company for another night and to drop M off at the Merimbula airport the next day.

Here is some crappy footage of whale activity.


We got home on Tuesday afternoon pleased to see the local wildlife still in residence:

A  young goanna beside the driveway



And out the kitchen window, a Rednecked Wallaby and joey


And a kangaroo joey soaking up the sun


It was good to be home.