|Eddystone Lighthouse on the starboard bow.|
It was a nice feeling to reach clear water at the end of the entrance channel and in the last hours of light we found the public wharf where we sized up the fishing boats to determine their suitability to tie up to. Extra points are awarded to boats that are clean, have good bollards and dont look like they are about to set to sea.
|Alongside at St Helens|
Today was a day off and after a slow start fueled by servings of Brian's scrambled eggs with coffee we set off. A couple of bicycles had been procured and we headed for Binalong Bay. Lonely Tony had given this place high praise a few years ago awarding it "best wilderness destination in the world" or some such accolade. High praise indeed. The bikes were nothing flash and a far cry from the Long Haul Trucker I had been riding in North America. The frame was really too small, making me feel like a school aged hoon cruising the streets looking for trouble. Brian had not been on a bike for over twenty years but you know what they say about riding a bike, Once you have learnt you never forget. Having said that, it was hard work.
|Skeleton Cove. Arrgh!|