A week at RQYS

We are here in Manly Boat Harbour, which we are told is the largest marina precinct in the Southern Hemisphere.

This doesn’t surprise us as we have spent hours trawling around in our dinghy checking out the vast variety of yachts here…

Air Con, TV and a sizeable Veggie patch!!

The Royal Queensland Yacht Squadron is on an enormous parcel of land and we are constantly impressed with the level of maintenance upheld. The grounds are perfectly manicured, with vast rigging lawns,

Rigging lawns, ready for the next 29er Nationals

 tropical gardens and several outpost shower/laundry blocks. It’s a good ten minute walk from our boat to the front of the club gates. The Clubhouse itself is quite small but well run and with great waterfront alfresco dining.

There’s a strong Etchells fleet here, with their own area, marked by the quaint Étchells Ave’ roadsign and a warning that even though they grow no hair and are not mammals, Etchells are a protected species. The hapless driver is warned that ”Etchells may cross at night”! ( Perhaps it’s the Hobbits who sail them who are protected??)

We have spent our week undoing all the good work of a three month coastal passage. Catching up with family and friends, eating and drinking, waiting, waiting for our neice’s new baby to arrive… and getting our hardworking Volvo engine re-aligned, even though as it turned out, it didn’t need it.

Typically when one books into a marina for a week, the weather turns to the glorious side and so it has!

We have enjoyed coffee and brunch before shopping for fresh fruit and veg at the Sunday markets, dinner in the magnificent tropical gardens of Natalie and Gary, our neice and nephew, (Gary cooks the BEST roast Pork Belly anywhere!), dinner onboard with Martin and Sue Stevens (Mandolin Wind) who are home for a brief period, and several dinners at the yacht club.

So much sunshine and good food!

Eventually we got a bit twitchy about languishing in the marina whilst all this fine weather abounded, and made our way across to Horseshoe Beach at Peel Island. At about 12.5 nm each way it gave us a sense of moving again.

We explored the wreck of the Platypus and saw our first soft corals.

Had a swim or three, walked the beach and motored back in the sunset. A perfect day, and great therapy!

Too calm for the fish to bite??

Peel Island Beach

Commuter Ferry..

Cooling off in the dinghy..

So after a  week of pure relaxation tomorrow we will sail up the Brisbane river to the fleshy nightspots and flashy lights of Brisvegas….

But STILL no new baby??

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