30/12/21 The Reality of Playing Sailors: Adelaide to Mt Barker

Well let me tell you, sleeping on a boat is nowhere near as glamorous as it sounds, especially when the boat is little and hasn't been renovated quite as much as advertised.  As an example, the tap balances delicately above the sink but pops off with use, resulting in water trickling uselessly over the bench instead of into the sink where it ought to be.

Don't get me wrong, I had a great time and thoroughly enjoyed the novelty. The weather was warm and clear and the water mirror-still. We were able to sleep with the hatch open, allowing both ventilation and star gazing, and the calm water was most appreciated by Roger who can become seasick using a pool noodle in a swimming pool.

Calm waters.

 

We breakfasted on our 'deck', entertained by early Sunday morning activity on the marina. Weekend fishermen arrived and set out for fishing expeditions. Old men dressed in work gear emerged from old boats and plodded off to work, the marina made mundane by long association. A man tied his German Shepherd beside his boat, causing some trepidation in people who had to walk past the dog on the narrow jetty of the marina. A mysterious half-eaten apple appeared in the middle of a walkway. 

We packed up and left in a hurry, having been so distracted by marina life that we were in danger of overstaying checkout time.

Bye Bye Boat.

 

Now we're up in the Adelaide hills, house sitting a small dog for a couple of days. It's quite a novelty having a dog that can see: I find myself flinching whenever she heads toward a post and being astounded when she merely swerves around it and keeps going.  When we're not walking the dog and enjoying our retirement from Seeing Eye Person duties, I'll attend to my two days of work and then we will head off to Sydney, where the sea will move back to the east and my sense of geography will get messed up all over again.