You’re Kidding Me
04 July 2021 | Middle Percy Island
We returned to our favourite island, Middle Percy! Not much had changed, the pretty picture perfect A-frame stool huddled amongst the coconut trees, looking out to West Bay in which we were anchored. It is a comforting sight after a full day on the water. Flooded with feelings of home away from home, the kettle will be on the fire and maybe the promise of pumpkin soup or goat stew to be served, if we are lucky.
It became evident the years had past when we found our flag slightly more flogged, deep within the frame among hundreds of other boating paraphernalia. Sadly Condesa's name and years were barely visible, evidence 5 years had passed. We will fix that later, as we made plans for our first morning to walk up to the homestead.
He Who Hums suggested we take the shorter 2.5klm creek bed walk, beyond the lagoon and we would return via the 4klm round route past Rescue Bay, Ring Ring Rock, where you can pick up a line and watch whales jumping in the pass below all at the same time. Both routes were filled with mystique and wonder. Every tree and rock told the tale of it's harsh existence contrasted by the sections of lush rainforest and plumes of happy butterflies that spring to life as you near. The vital landmarks can be anything from a painted coconut, a hanging float, a line of sticks, piles of rocks or fallen trees placed intermittently even as the bush thickens. We looked up we had reached the steep climb we were warned of.
Excited when I spotted, what I thought was a donkey up ahead amongst the trees or a wild horse? No, too short to be a horse He Who (had) Hummed said. We stopped in our tracks as it slowly turned to look our way I heard the words "wild pig" that made me will my adrenalin to get me from where I stood up to the fork in the tree instantly. The standoff remained until we focused and Old Frank the resident goat stepped out in the clearing where we could see his short identifiable black horns. It appeared he was waiting for us. We encouraged him to carry on ahead and he reluctantly did so, until he needed a breather again, where we'd catch him up again. This time we beckoned him to pick up his step or get out of the way, which he did, a few seconds after the command sank in. I wondered if Frank was Bronte the brown Labrador reincarnated, as she lead us from the homestead back to Condesa the exact same manner.
I heard a noise to the left of us in the bushes. Frozen again, as wild boars were still in the forefront of my mind. Bounding out came 3 kids! Relieved, how cute, they looked leaping and playing in the long grass. Oh god, I hope we are not between the parent and the kids. I didn't fancy being ambushed from behind. We sussed out the scene and Ol' Frank was puzzled by our concern so we returned to our ambling pace set by the nonchalant goat on island time.
We reached the plateau and overtook Frank leaving him in the scrub, as the pleasant thought of sitting with the caretakers chatting over tea and biscuits was now within reach. Lots of familiar historic machinery around the homestead to match the stories with the caretakers Robin and Anne. Also the owners of the historic 75ft schooner we passed sitting high and dry in the lagoon at low tide.
"Sorry, anyone needing a top up?"
Oh yes please!