02 November 2010
Short message: we are here, we made it, we are safe, all is well.
Longer message: The engine could not be coaxed to work. So I decided to SAIL into Bundy. Have you done this before, Joe? asked our ex-fishing boat skipper/ship captain as he steered us down the 4 mile long approach channel, wind dead astern, tide on the make. Not on this boat I said, - but I did with a small yacht I once owned, I said. That's a ballsy way to come back to Australia, he said.
The Bluebottle rounded up into the wind on the strong flood tide, sails furled, and the workboat came alongside. Men stood ready for our lines at the floating finger dock. Customs and Immigration stood there too, in the persons of Amy and Trudy. Quent and Kez went off to hospital in a taxi, relieved to be on land, but not knowing if her shoulder was dislocated or the arm broken. They will be back soon, but - if Amy is right - the ferals put up a good show at Emergency, as they queue-jump with a scream of pain.