It's A Small World
30 May 2019
Or so the saying goes. However, as Anne will attest, it doesn't feel that small when you crawl off the Glasgow to Brisbane flight. But that was weeks ago. Or seems like weeks and now, we're thrashing our way out to a reef in the middle of the ocean. Lady Musgrave they call it. A ring of coral reef about thirty five miles off the Queensland coast and marking, I think, the start of the Great Barrier Reef. Or thereabouts.
As regards this small world thing, in, or is it on, the Gold Coast, Tony on Tactical Directions appeared over the horizon and we've been unable to shake him off since. We met Tony in Tahiti. And Tonga. And Sydney. He's persistent if nothing else. And annoyingly, still in front. (Until he stopped to A. catch a fish and B. catch his screecher which was making a valiant attempt to escape the confines of a furling system. What fun they must have had.)
Crewing for Tony are team Koza, Jim and Carola whom we met in Tasmania both last year and this. And to round off the motley crew, Bill and Gene appeared in Urangan where we were finally able to repay our debt of a couple of years ago when, ably assisted by Tony, we annihilated a large bottle of Bill's rum........by drinking one of mine.
Now, back to Lady Musgrave. There's a few of these onion rings in the Pacific and they seem to hold a strange attraction over many cruisers. Now, we've never really been tempted by these geographic features. I mean, when the tide is high, there's just sea, all around. And we see plenty of that. To enter these attractions, you have to wiggle your way in through a narrow, fibreglass crunching channel with hard limestone on either side to anchor in the middle of the ocean with only a slight ring of reef at low tide for shelter. However, Tony's got roast lamb and all the trimmings for dinner, so, ever suckers for a good nosh and a party, Lady Musgrave here we come. With some misgivings.
"You absolutely MUST go to Lady Musgrave. It's amazing. Crystal clear water over coral sand. Fantastic snorkelling."
"What about the sharks!" says I.
"No worries mate. Crocs ate 'em all".