Swings and Roundabouts
23 June 2021 | Coral Sea
FYI! If the parks are empty in your hood, I think it’s because every man and his dog is out sailing this year.
It is mid afternoon, time to anchor and settle for the night in Pancake Creek. He who hums indicates where he wants to be positioned within the outer anchorage and leaves me to it while he brings in the sails.
I am totally aware, we are the sort of boat other vessels hope and pray we don’t come near them. Maybe it’s the late afternoon light...our 10ft bow sprit casts a big shadow. She can appear to almost tap them on the shoulder as we round up into the wind to drop our sails.
However, it’s the simple question of - ‘how much room do you need to swing’?And in our case 200’ would be nice if you can get it. We glance about full 360 - happy there is plenty of room. I am at the helm and he who hums is preoccupied with getting the hook down and so is unaware of the people checking our proximity.
We learnt our lesson many years back with the said ‘Pancake Creek’ not to get in the thick of it. The likes of a ‘Mrs Kravitz’ came out with her tea towel shooing us away that day and there were only 3 boats ... including us! 😳 I don’t take it personally, but do get a tad offended for Condesa. She can’t help she is heavy set and has prominent features. People shouldn’t be so judgey.
Anyway the only pancake you’ll get here, if you can see it for the 33+ yachts, is a big sandy mound like a mirage at low tide, right in the middle of the anchorage. Newbies beware !
Maybe I’ll make a batch of pancakes to mark the occasion. You never know if a neighbour might drop in before the sun sets or tide changes.
Is it possible? A good nights sleep or the calmness of daybreak, but it looks like a goddam ballroom. Same incoming tide as when we dropped the anchor, yet it appears so spacious. I see all the anchored boats poised neatly nodding in unison as we head out through the leads behind one other early starter also angled for Great Keppel Island.
Now, what’s on the menu for breakfast?
Once I steer us well out into the coral sea and He Who Hums has all the sails up, and the deck sorted, he’ll take the helm and it will be ...Yep, leftover pancakes!