The motor around to Pidgeon was quick and easy with the channel well marked and the wind easing for a change. We drifted down past the fisherman's houses and moorings till we found about 5 m over sand that gave us good protection in everything but due north. Pick in, snubbed nicely and for about the first time in weeks I felt secure and relaxed. Its amazing how moods change when you feel secure and have things under control. There was some weather coming but we would be fine here. We had to shift once when the southerly came in due to an overly friendly mooring and when the anchor came up it brought with it a mixture of sand and crushed shell grit. All we need was a shovel full of cement and we would have permanent holding. Kokomo V, our cruising buddies were making their way from Geraldton after getting some work done on their prop and they picked up a mooring nearby. I had a chook ready for a roast dinner so we asked them over. They arrived with some nice reds and we enjoyed a feast safely tucked up in this snug channel between island and reef. Pigeon Island is jammed packed with kit homes built by fisherman and they look like a dulux colour chart stretched over a flat rock. Most have jetties that stick out into the calm waters between island and reef. It's so weird to see these little communities sprouting on these barren limestone outcrops in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Some of the houses are quite substantial and have verandahs that extend out over the water. We didin't go ashore, it would have felt like you were walking through somebody's backyard. I wonder how they all get on, what the politics are and if they have the same niggles that we all suffer in the great suburban squeeze of city life.
|Turtle Bay. Wallabi Group|
Looks peaeful enough, but turned into a very rolly anchorage.
|Frank & Karen join us for sun downers at Turtle Bay.|
Kokomo V and The Doctor
|Motley taking it easy as we approach Steep Point|
|Inside Steep Point, Shark Bay|
|Yachts in company resting at Shelter Bay|