Fiber interlude on Deal Island

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This is really a post about fiber so for those of you not interested, here’s the photo of the day.

We’ re here in the autumn and there’s no central heat. It shouldn’t get too cold but both bathroom windows are permanently open with louvers. There’s a portable oil electric heater in a pinch. The old gas heater in the living room doesn’t seem to work. I knew this ahead of time and bought a kit for a merino, mohair blanket from the Elegant Ewe in New Hampshire with yarn from Mountain Colors. I started it after we left home, worked on it in New Jersey, Tasmania and Finished it on Deal Island. It’s lovely: soft, light and warm.

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My hair is a bit, ahem, unruly. Especially in the winds we have here. So I knit another calorimetry headband with yarn leftover from the blanket. It keeps my hair in check and my head and ears warm.

I brought a charkha loom with me to spin cotton. I hadn’t been able to use it successfully at home but with time, patience and great instructions from urbanspinner, I made thread. I spent several Hours and literally made a spool of thread. But it’s my thread and I was able to put it straight to work.

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I am knitting a Shetland shawl with miles of cobweb yarn, which I wound into balls before I left home. It begins with a provisional cast on and I used my new thread to crochet a chain to use as my starting point. I love the loom for all it’s gadgets. There’s even a skein winder. I wound the skeins on to paper quills and then plied them together using clothes pins to create a tensioned lazy kate. So cute and it all folds up into a little box shaped box.

Finally I need a belt and a pair of slippers. There’s too much Cape Barren Geese poo to wear my crocs inside and out. So I found an easy pattern I’ll make sometime. For a belt, I brought my cards for tablet weaving and some mercerized cotton. I also brought 3 spools of thread if I decide to make ribbons with sewing thread. Or if my spun thread is strong enough, which I highly doubt, I could use that. It may be possible because I brought some silk (empty of their larvae) cocoons and if I can figure out how to spin silk from them, the thread should be very strong.

So anyway, I needed to create a loom on the go. There are c-clamps in the workshop but then I’d have to weave indoors and it is too beautiful for that. I saw an old article in TWIST which showed an interesting tensioning device. It used to pieces of wood that the warp wraps around an holds itself tight. So found a scrap of wood, cut it I two and drilled a couple of holes. A scrap piece of wire holds the whole thing together and laces through two belt buckles on my jeans. So it works like a backstrap device without the back.

Just trying to have fun.

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Oh the horror

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There are no photos to depict the scare I had yesterday. I had spent a good part of the day indoors because rain squalls kept blowing through. Two boats are anchored in the coves.

On my way out to run, I brought compost to the garden and eyed the silverbeet for dinner. I turned and saw a fat rat sitting in the garden path. We had set rat bait and I thought, “Oh, they just die in their tracks”. I stamped my foot a few times, nothing. Walked gingerly by, nothing. But it looked bizarre. Eyes open, just sitting there.

So I decided to wait until morning to shovel him off to the rat cemetery and went running. I stopped back in the garden to pick my veggies and….he was gone!!! He played possum with me and was not demonstrating how effective my traps were! Aaah! As Tim likes to say, “There’s no such thing as paradise”. Or as the beloved Gilda Radner, of SNL of yore, used to say, “It’s always something”.

So I cut silverbeet and returned to the caretakers’ cottage.
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I’ve included other views of the compound where we live.

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This shows the back of the oil and paint sheds and a glimpse of the former superintendent’s quarters, which now houses the museum. The green structure to the left is the garden. It’s fenced, covered in chicken wired, including the top, and surrounded by a wind screen. You can be sure I’ll patch any obvious faults in it this week. Way off in the distance to the left is the lighthouse.

The superintendent lived in the lower compound and the assistants lived in houses at “the top of the world”, next to the lighthouse.

Our local wifi spot

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Weather has changed a bit as the result of at least one cyclone traveling south but nowhere close to us. With the fog and low pressure, we lost internet service in the house. Luckily there’s a hotspot on the island. This is our view from it. Why are we on the internet?

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Tim calls it a lukewarm spot.

I am fine with the down time. I finished my merino mohair blanket and experimented with my charkha spinning wheel. I even spun some acceptable cotton.

We’re still entertaining visitors. Today we had tea with a retired physician from Sydney who has been visiting Deal Island for more than 20 years.

Yesterday was foggy but I also smelled smoke. I chose to run to winter cove. I was concerned because I still smelled smoke and saw wafts of fog drifting in but that’s all it was, fog. Apparently there was a controlled burn in the mainland, which we could smell because of the wind.

We celebrated St. Patrick’s day with a shot of single malt scotch and chicken pot pie. Good cheer to you!

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Local swimming holes

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No sooner then we waved goodbye to the group of artists, we waved hello to a sailboat from The Lakes and another from Victoria.

Our plan had been to take a swim since it was sunny. We did. Here’s a picture of Tim continuing his laps. He’s the white splash in the right. I quit earlier when the rolling seas made me a little nauseous.

And here he us in the Ute, after we dropped off empty propane tanks on the jetty.

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We also swam in Winter Cove, on the east side of the island, the other day. We can pick a beach sheltered from almost every wind direction. One of the sailors reported the water temperature is about 65 degrees. It’s a shock initially, then feels great until you get out and the cool wind blows.
Wind is expected to pick up so those that are here will likely stay and we probably won’t get new visitors for a few days. The house is already creaking.

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I better keep exercising

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I had a chance to run this morning and chose the track to Winter Cove. We swam there a few days ago and it was lovely.

Here are some of my views along the way.

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It literally took my breath away, largely by the beauty and partly by the uphill portions.

We’ve had lots of visitors since we landed. Eight artists from Flinders Island arrived the day after us and are staying in the visitors’ house. They have walked all over the island and plan to present a show on Flinders Island later this autumn. I’m sorry we’ll miss it.

There have been two groups of sea kayakers from Melbourne who left yesterday for Flinders Island. I hope they got an early start because we had wind gusts to 48 knots last night.

And a flotilla of motor boats with a total of 20 people spent the night. Not exactly a deserted island!

We are trying to swim most days before it gets too cold. What a treat.

Tim keeps me busy slaving away in the kitchen and garden. We’re stocked with fresh yogurt, homemade bread and there’s a barrel of stout fermenting away. The garden is providing tons of tomatoes and cucumbers are just coming in. I’m freezing tomato sauce, making tomato soup and prepared to make some pickles.

Today I made a batch of Anzac cookies from the Lighthouse Cookbook, which is a fundraiser for Friends of Deal Island. My daughter-in-law was sweet enough to order a copy for me before my first time here in 2010. You can find it here.
Anzac cookies are miraculous. They are an oat and flour cookie made without eggs and are held together with butter and golden syrup, which tastes like a combination of honey and light molasses. The cookies (biscuits) have been associated with the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps since World War I. The have a long shelf life but I’m not sure they will be around that long because they’re delicious.

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Betsy Ross on Deal Island

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It was me! We searched for days for the Australian flag and were finally reminded by the Rangers we could find one in a back office drawer. I thought I looked there but no. We found two in various states of tatters.

One was missing a grommet and was frayed. That one is back in the drawer. The other was shredded at the end. But lo and behold, there was also a Brother sewing machine in the same room with manuals and a little thread.

Just like Betsy Ross, I sewed a flag. But it was by machine, already designed and relatively intact. I am standing by the Betsy Ross reference.

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Vistas

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We’re unpacked, mostly, and settling in. I’ve made bread, yogurt and an apple pie. Just like home. But nothing like home.

There are wallabies everywhere we turn and breathtaking vistas. We walked to my favorite spot on the island, Barn Rock, where there is a good overview of the island, great views of adjacent Erith and Dover Islands and cliffs. One photo shows the compound, which includes the living quarters, museum, school building and sheds.

I took a good look at the garden and it’s great. I pulled the last of the carrots and green beans. There’s still rhubarb, lettuce, tons of tomatoes, cucumbers, silverbeet, beetroot and young beans, carrots, beetroot and broccoli.

Sadly I touched stinging nettles while pulling carrots. It’s a variety that is worse than at home. I only touched it with the side of my index finger and I’ve had tingling nerve pain and numbness since yesterday. Now I can definitely identify the plant. At least I could still knit.

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20150312-072908.jpgThere are several rock cairns on the island. I have to review the history but I think some were originally placed by Captain Bligh, of Mutiny in the Bounty fame, when he surveyed Deal Island.

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Unpacked

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Our days of living out of suitcases and backpacks are over. We left Whitemark, Flinders Island today at 0500 and caught the Strait Lady in Lady Barron. She gave us a very bumpy ride, during which I was airborne at least once, and Captain James decided to take cover in a sheltered harbor to give time for the wind to lighten and the seas to calm. We found the perfect harbor at Whitemark, two and a half hours after our first departure. Fine with me. We had coffee and I gathered ingredients to home brew a batch of stout since a kit had been left on the island.

Back to the boat and a lovely ride to Deal. We landed at 2:30, unloaded, said hi and goodbye to the departing caretakers headed up the hill to the house and unpacked our clothes and food for 3 months. Then we cooled off with a swim in the cove.

Deal is as beautiful as I remember. As I write this I hear the penguins making their penguin noises in their burrows. I’m heading to my own burrow now. Good night.

We’re out of here

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We got the word the boat leaves tomorrow at 0500 and We’ll be on it. The date was actually selected 6 months ago. We thought we might get an early break in the weather but it wasn’t meant to be.

We enjoyed a quiet day on Flinders Island. It’s early autumn and today is Labour day so most businesses were closed. Funny how our Labor day correlates with the first Monday in Fall.

We saw more beautiful views and I finally took a photo of sheep. What took me so long. It’s all been lovely but we’ve been in a state of suspended animation. Tomorrow the real Deal begins!

We’ll be quickly joined by a group of artists from Flinders Island for about a week, including at least one fiber artist. Should be fun.

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Hop, skip and a jump

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We took a puddle jumper flight from Launceston, TAS to Flinders Island and what a flight it was. There was a fresh breeze, 30 knots or so, and we were buffeted about in the sky like a butterfly, to quote Tim. I was pressing Master of the Heart 6 (the acupuncture point for motion sickness) most of the way and had nail marks in my arm from the pressure.

We finally (only a 30 minute flight) prepared for landing, descended, touched lightly then flew off again. Apparently birds were occupying the landing strip and we had to have another go around. We landed safely and were greeted by friends with a car for use during our stay on the island.

So now we are driving a manual transmission, on the left, while sitting on the right. We can’t drive during twilight hours because wallabies hop all over the roads and in the morning are strewn about as roadkill.

So now we wait for calm(er) seas and light(er) wind to take the boat to Deal Island. In the meantime we are exploring beautiful Flinders Island with lovely beaches, mountains and people.
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Perhaps my mohair woolen blanket will be finished before we leave.

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We’ve checked our good purchases and they look fine. We’re delayed until at least Tuesday so I should be able to add some fresh vegetables to the collection before we leave.