The weather on Saturday was rather ‘ordinary’ – cooler, windy and trying to rain on us. With a choice of travelling west to Dover or north to Cygnet we chose the latter, trying to avoid the lowering grey clouds that signaled a front sweeping across the bottom corner of Tassie. We looked at the main Cygnet anchorage and decided it offered little protection, and opted instead for Copper Alley Bay. Here we were spun around a bit with the variable wind, but missed the worst of it, and retreated below for a lazy day on board. The wind dropped out over night and with only one other occupied yacht in the bay, enjoyed a quiet night.
Sunday dawned still and clear. The front had moved on and the sky was cloudless and blue. Feeling that we had really been lazy enough, we decided to motor up closer to town and make a trip ashore in the kayak. Cygnet was looking stunning, with barely a ripple on the bay.
We anchored near the yacht club – avoiding the start box area just in case Sunday was race day – and paddled ashore. Here we took the water-front walkway up to town. We were greeted warmly by locals out for a walk, and stopped to chat to Aubrey, who had just knocked off from his shift at the pub. As well as friendly locals, Cygnet sports a thriving artistic community, with a bunch of talented writers, crafts-people and artists. The old apple processing sheds have been taken over by a few of them, and though the studios weren’t open we were intrigued by some of the works on display, including this replica canoe fashioned from wire.
Soon we came upon the town’s namesakes – not as many as the French found back in 1792. I imagine they made a slap-up meal out of a few back then (poor swans!).
Cygnet is also home to a popular annual folk festival earlier in January, and a bunch of crafty knitters have yarn-bombed the town, making the ordinary rather extraordinary!
I felt quite at home. Knitting is a good pastime on the boat (as long as you hang on to the balls of wool!). Here’s a pic from earlier in the month (Alice’s jumper still in progress).
After wandering the town, grabbing a drink and piece of yummy cake from the famous Red Velvet Lounge, and almost buying a beautiful wrought iron bird bath at the craft shop, we returned to the boat and headed homeward. And it was race-day. As we pulled up anchor the yachts were milling about the start line. They put on a good show for us in the light wind as we motored out.
It was farewell to Adamsons Peak, Arch Rock and the Middleton Light (with Mt Wellington in the distance).
Then we passed the Bruny Ferry, Mirambeena, on its way to Kettering with a full load of holiday-makers on their way home. The queue for the ferry on the island side stretched all the way up the hill.
The river too was full of boats making their way homeward. At Taroona we waved to my sister Nancy, and she waved a sheet from her garden close to the river bank (her place is to the right of centre in the photo below, but it’s hard to make out the sheet – I don’t have much of a zoom sorry!).
And to top off four days of sunshine and relaxation, Derek’s sister served us lasagne on the way home!