This is a big yacht, but when your stuck waiting for weather it can get quite small! Add to that the skippers penchant for German radio and you get the picture of frayed nerves to the rhythm of umpa pa pa.

All in all were getting on quite well. I like going for long walks and Rudy enjoys the culinary arts. Talking of long walks I set off yesterday for the 1 mile jetty, a noted tourist attraction. Its a long walk along an apparently disused rail line through salmarshes. The walk itself is enjoyable and the arrival more so as you find an interesting railway museum, a viewing tower and the jetty itself.

Earlier in the day at the chinese coffee shop (only one open on Sunday, and it does a very good bacon & eggs) Rudy & I commented on the lack of tourists in Carnarvon, probably put off by the shires decision to rip up all the main streets during the primary tourist season!

Well I found the tourists! they were all at the 1 mile jetty. Families fishing, couples going for walks and a few more serious fisho types. The car park was almost full, and when I walked up I was pleased to see a nice little coffee shop just before the jetty built into a railway carriage, just the ticket I said to myself! On inspecting the sign at the door it advertised the opening hours as 7 days a week between 9.00am and 5.00pm. I must have arrived on the 8th day because the place was firmly shut! the sign must refer to an alternate reality where businesses open to serve the public and make a little money! The tram/train to the end of the jetty and back was also on its day off.

Anyway, enough already, I ventured onto the jetty and made my way to the end using every opportunity to catch a photograph. The jetty is somewhat dilapidated but clearly volunteer organisations are doing their best to keep it going. One feels though that one good cyclone could finish it off! so its just as well I got the photos's

This photo is from the viewing tower and shows the jetty and the activity along it.

Culinary Update: Rudy is making a Cherry Strudle and bemoaning the fact that we have no Kirsch to finish off the custard properly. Oh the compromises one must make when sailing the west coast!