Party time

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It was Tim’s birthday so we had another party.

I gave him two gifts I made on the island, a handspun, and some hand dyed, tablet woven eyeglass case with a pair of sunglasses.

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And a backstrap woven inkle band fir a key chain. These were both learning projects. I learned a lot and he got a gift. The sunglasses were my used ones but his weren’t comfortable. I also brought a new Timex watch for him because his broke just before we left home. He’s been doing fine with a sub though.

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I made a batch of ice cream from the Friends of Deal Island Lighthouse cookbook that was good. I used evaporated milk, milk powder, yogurt, honey and vanilla. You whip it together, freeze it for a bit then really whip it. I decided to add some strawberry jam at the second step. This accompanied a peach upside down cake.

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I invited the worker bees over and we had a party with hip, hip hoorahs.

All tied up

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I can spin cotton yarn on my charkha loom.

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It’s a magical process as the thread draws out of the handful of cotton. That little oil can holds lanolin, sold in large cans as a lubricant. Now I am trying to gather enough for a weaving project. I ply (twist to yarns together) on my drop spindle.

Tablet weaving is progressing swimmingly. That’s where I use cards with 4 holes in them as my loom. I have been wearing my new belt for several weeks.

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I found a zinc washer to work as a buckle and my pants haven’t fallen down yet. I tie my backstrap loom to the crank on the hoist clothes line. The spinning clothes line was invented in Australia and it’s a marvel. On windy days, it twirls with the wind and clothes dry in an hour!

I am working on a second strap – belt, camera strap – with the cards, in wool. Pretty.

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I have also figured out how to inkle weave on a backstrap loom thanks to a fabulous website, published by an Australian woman who lives and weaves in Bolivia.

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This ties me to the coffee table leg. I also turn the table on its side and use it as a warping board to measure and organize the warp threads.

Ravelry then put me in touch with another Australian woman who has lived and traveled in Asia to study weaving techniques. And, she’s teaching a course in October in the States, and I’m attending!

So much to do, so little time.

Tim corralled me for the road gang yesterday, gang of me and him, to clear the ditches and culverts on the lighthouse road. It brought back physical memories of the last time we did it. He’s been on his own there for a while so it’s time for me to chip in. I think I cleared 100 yards an hour. Hoo boy.

And my garden grows. Maybe, just maybe, we’re at the end of the tomatoes. I cooked up another batch of sauce a couple of days ago and had soup yesterday.

We are eating arugula, silverbeet, green beans, radishes, beets and carrots. Broccoli and cabbage is coming along but not quite ready to harvest. I seem to be winning my battle with the aphids and rats.

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These are some of my hopefuls. I have planted cauliflower , broccoli, cabbage, spinach, carrots, green beans, peas, broad beans, beets, and lettuce. Oh yes, and…TOMATOES! I just hope the little seedlings take hold. Beans are doing well, just like Jack and the Beanstalk. The others are slower.

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And here’s where I get to prepare our delicious meals. Nice view!

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A different point of view

Sunday was the day of rest for the weedies so we took a six hour bushbash, and what a bash it was. I have the scratches on my forearms from crashing through the underbrush, and a bruised ego due to my s l o w descents on open rock, to prove it.

It was fabulous because it took us to a part of the island we didn’t get to last time, largely because the bush was thick we thought it impassable. Apparently, it wasn’t.

We saw the compound from the northeast.
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Three cairns, if you count one with about five rocks in it, but definitely manmade.

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A sea eagle’s nest spilling from the cliff face. It must have been at least six feet tall.

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We lunched at the base of the elusive pulpit rock. It was a perfect day.
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From sea level, we just “popped up” the hill, through the brush, “popped along the ridge”, through said brush, to another hill, then descended along a slip sliding rock dirt slope. I wasn’t pretty.

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But the views were stunning, the company fun and the swim in Garden Cove at the end was outstanding.

Me and my Ute

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I mowed the airstrip the other day with the little Daihatsu Ute and a tow behind mower. Airstrip is a bit of a stretch. It is a relatively flat area, which has been used in the past as an airstrip but us primarily a wallaby feeding ground these days.

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Then today, we had a phone call from someone who wanted to land here. We couldn’t authorize it and advised them to contact Tasmania Parks and Wildlife. We never heard anything but a small plane buzzed us today. It circled twice and gave us a wing tilt, then left.

I’ve been pulling sea spurge, an invasive plant, with the weedies who are here working. Yesterday we worked our way up a steep hill. It was sunny and hot so we had a nice swim before lunch in East Cove. Lovely.

Yesterday’s sunset was outstanding.

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Even on reflection.

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My stout is stout

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It’s time. My batch of stout has fermented and carbonated so we cracked one open last night. It’s no match for Guinness but it was good. It had a little foamy head and a pretty good taste. I think something other than white sugar might have given it more of a caramel flavor.

We had a day and a half of isolation but now we’re full again. A group of seven working bees from Friends of Deal Island are here for a couple of weeks. Their main goal will be to continue to eradicate invasive plants.

We brought the Ute and trailer down to the jetty to haul their gear and food up the hill. We had to scatter a gaggle of Cape Barren Geese on the way down.

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While we waited on the beach for our visitors to arrive, I encountered this dog face rock on the beach.

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And a couple of wallabies drinking from a tidal pool.

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A lovely yawl anchored in East Cove after at least 30 minutes of trying, and a group of sea kayakers, associated with the Westminster School in Adelaide, came ashore as we were heading up the hill. Company!
We have heard not too many people on the mainland are aware there are islands, some even inhabited by more than two caretakers, in the Bass Strait. This group was asked if they would sleep in their kayaks at night!

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Squally Cove

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We took a walk to Squally Cove the other day. It’s a bit of a hike: lots of slippery switchbacks with ti tree leaves; and is completed by a rope attached to a tree for the final descent to the beach. There are lots of trail improvements: rock steps at several turns, a ladder cut into a log and a rope handle to use while slip sliding down the steep part near the beach.

There’s a wreck from the early 1900’s visible on the beach, the Karitane. There was a big salvage operation after it sank to recover copper in 1922. Last time we were here, Tim, with a little help from me, reclaimed the “old squally track”. It climbs way up before descending down to meet the main trail. We took it home and had beautiful views of the lighthouse and compound.

We had about 26 hours on our own before more visitors arrived. A group of “senior” kayakers from Tasmania. They couldn’t have been nicer. They camped on the beach at East Cove. I made a substantial apple cake and shared half with them when they came to say goodbye. They’re heading to Flinders Island at 0200.

We meet the nicest people here. It’s hard to get here, which makes the beauty all that more spectacular.

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The Easter Bunny found us

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Our basket is a bit different from the one in the States. All visitors have left because the wind settled down enough for their journeys. A sailboat left for Devenport, a motor yacht headed off to Melbourne and the group of hikers set off for Flinders Island. Our latest pair of sea kayakers left before dawn for Flinders Island.

So we are alone for the moment. But with this first break in weather, we are bound to see more boats.

Somehow in the flurry of departures, the Easter Bunny arrived with a basket of beer and chocolate and left it with the boaters to give to us. Sweet.

Off island

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Sort of. We dined aboard a yacht tonight in East Cove. It was lovely, albeit very rocky due to today’s high winds and sea surge. I almost did a face plant in the appetizer tray twice.

We had fresh grilled tuna caught outside Hobart, fresh salad and red wine, with good company and lots of laughs.

The island is chock full of visitors again. More kayakers, a group of hardy walkers from Tasmania, who are exploring every inch of the island, and four boats!

I made oatmeal currant cookies for everyone.

We ran into a few late, returning penguins when we got home after dark.

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A tree falls

A large she oak tree fell on the track to Winter Cove. Never fear. Volunteers here. Tim got approval to use the chainsaw and off we went in the little Ute. We made quick work of it and have some firewood to boot.

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Meanwhile, I got to drive the Ute.

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That’s me on the right with the gear shift on the left. At least there are no other cars or right turns!

Skinks were out in big numbers the other day. They were on the entrance to the garden and all over the lighthouse steps. I think they may be the blue tongued variety, but none stuck out their tongues at me.

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We’ve added our home to the destination signs at the entrance to compound. 16,518 kms, unless you are trying to qualify for airline miles. Then it’s much less. Now they award “dividends”, a fraction of the distance traveled.

Mates4mates made it here after waiting a week for a weather window on Flinders Island. They are crossing the Bass Strait in sea kayaks to raise awareness for their organization, which supports wounded, injured and ill Australian Defense Force personnel. They are a group of 12 men, ranging in age from 25 to 66 years old and are in great spirits while they wait for today’s gale to blow through. Then they will be off to Hogan’s Island to the north and finally Wilson’s Prom, in Victoria.

We watched another boat drag anchor in West Cove, across the Pass, during this morning’s gale. We were able to contact them to discuss the anchorage but they hauled anchor and headed north. We’ll check later to see if they sought refuge in Garden Cove, on the north side of the island, which would have been protected from the southwesterly gale.

Never a dull moment on this “deserted” island!