Position: Roydon Island, Flinders
We had hoped to go ashore a little further north to walk along Marshall Beach to Castle Rock. This is a huge granite monolith that stands about 12 metres high on the shore, easily visible from our mooring. We thought we’d try anchoring a little closer but neither Allports Beach nor Old Jetty Beach offered more protection. A catamaran, Portfolio, was just leaving as we nosed into the latter, where we anchored just long enough to pull our dinghy on board. We decided the more prudent option was to motor along the shore and get a good look at the rock as we passed by on our way north.
We didn’t expect enough protection around to the north of Cape Frankland from the fresh easterly wind that didn’t look like letting up any time soon, so we aimed for the anchorage inside Roydon Island and found a spot out of the swell, if not the wind, off West End Beach. I was about to drop the anchor when three friendly dolphins came to investigate us. I didn’t want to bonk them on the head with the anchor, so I waited until they’d left and swum out of the bay, arcing out of the water as they went.
My book detailed a couple of walks nearby so we went ashore, pulling the dinghy high up the wide sandy shore and anchoring it above the high-water mark to be safe. We decided to walk north, towards the intriguing-sounding Egg Rock Beach. At the end of the beach we could see brown forms among the piles of seaweed, which, as we got closer were obviously a herd of wallabies. They were all nibbling away at the seaweed, but bounded off into the dunes when they saw us coming.
We rock-hopped for quite a distance, along the way observing rock-pools, interesting granite and calcarenite formations. In a secluded cove we found the rusted remains of mooring rings cemented into the granite where someone had once tied up their boat! A little further on a bush track ends at a large smooth granite slab obviously used as a boat-ramp, with the bumps and fissures in the granite filled with cement.
We stopped in a little cove where I considered a swim, but the wind was still too fresh, so after a paddle we headed back. The wallabies had returned and approaching from upwind we were able to get quite close before they took fright.
We hurried along the sand to the dinghy, which was almost being lapped by the waves as the tide rushed in. It saved us having to drag it back to the water at least! As we putted back to the boat we noticed a fine cabana constructed at the top of the dune, belonging to a nearby house or shack. This would be the perfect vantage point for watching the sun set over Roydon Island and the Bass Strait. We did watch the sun set from the boat as we ate dinner.
Talking of food, after almost two weeks at sea we’re running low on fresh vegetables. I vacuum-packed all our meat, and this time tried some vegetables as well, doing mixed packs in meal lots. This hasn’t been such a success – the onions obviously create some sort of gas as the packages eventually swelled up, and this flavoured the carrots and anything else inside. The zucchini didn’t keep, and went soggy, contaminating its neighbours. Ironically the unpacked carrots and onions have kept much better. So, I have one more serve of salad (baby cos keep very well!) and aside from a cupboard full of potatoes and an uncut pumpkin we’ll be looking at tinned veg after tomorrow.