Happens all the time on islands and I wish that was where we were now. Gale force winds, high seas make travel impossible. Today… It’s sunny out, the wind is calm and travel is impossible. I feel like I am in a bubble waiting for a huge wave to pass over my head or for a fireball to go screaming past. Lack of testing means we will never know how many cases are nearby in our rural community but the bubble won’t last for long. Just got word that I won’t be seeing patients in the office for a while.
On the other hand, we are accomplished, self-isolators. There is plenty to keep us both occupied when we are not singing happy birthday and washing our hands. Tim built a beautiful bed for the guest room based on one we slept in at White Pine Camp. I helped. He coached me when I had to cut down the trees for it last winter when he had a broken wrist. (I made the quilt too, but that’s old news).
I finished a bag I had been crocheting for months
and started a new sweater. The kindle is loaded with good books, the wood box is full and I get to cook three meals a day.
Just like when we are on deserted islands.
Here’s Tim, that little speck by the jetty, taking his first swim. I jumped right in myself. The water is bracingly fresh.
We have named our (only?) Huntsman spider Harry. In return for a dish of water, I have asked him to stay out of the bedroom.
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.
While we waited on the beach for our visitors to arrive, I encountered this dog face rock on the beach.
And a couple of wallabies drinking from a tidal pool.
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!