The storm that had been brewing for the last two days
arrived with a vengeance overnight and the day we were
to leave... Well we nearly didn't.
The boat skipper arrived in the morning from a bay where
he had been sheltering... Crashed into the wharf
in the process of tying up... And came to tell us the sea
was too rough and the forecast predicting worsening
rain and winds... So we were going nowhere.
By lunch time the forecast improved slightly... So give it a go
the skipper thought. So we loaded the gear... Climbed
aboard and for better or worse we set off.
These are photos I took on our way back.
I sat at the back in the fresh air, got cold and wet but it
was the best place for me.
It took 3 hours to get back to Sandspit... Double the time it
had taken us on the outward journey.
There were green faces and seasick people...
The waves were so high they crashed over the
whole boat... But we made it... An exciting end
to a fabulous four days.