Saturday, July 7, 2012
After a calm night at anchor again we head out, bound for
Waupoos. After about two hours we pass the sight of the great stone cliff known
locally as The Rock. It is immense and we take a short side trip off course to
visit, drifting there under its towering presence. Eventually, we round Waupoos Island to take the advised course of
entering the bay from the South.
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| The Rock |
We float into the marina, sign in, get our slip assignment and,
after a brief rest, break out the bicycles and cycle the mile or so to the Duke
of Marysburg pub for beer and quiche. An older biker couple and a dad and his
two sons out for some ‘quality’ time are our only company there. Further
cycling up the windy and slightly hilly road brings us to a local pottery run
by an aging English gypsy woman by the name of Gwynn. She is getting ready to
sell out her property and head to New
Brunswick to try her hand there. She has to be at
least 75, brave soul. We wish her luck and buy two nicely crafted, handle-less
wine cups with Gwynn’s thumb print dent where you are meant to cradle it with
your own thumb.
Later, after launching the dinghy, we visit the Waupoos
Estates Winery where they are preparing for a big wedding. We decide go eat
there on Monday and climb back into the dinghy, escorted by the groom’s side of
the wedding party, all dressed in kilts. They offer to help pushing us off, but
the thought of them standing over us in their kilts makes us decide better of
it. (Although I’m not sure Mister Cookie was in complete agreement with me.)
On the way back, the dinghy motor quits and I find myself
having to row against the wind. It is hard work and all looks grim until the
marina boys, who spotted us having problems, showed up in the work launch to
tow us back into the marina. Bless them. We offer to compensate them for their
trouble but they refuse and bolster, at least temporarily, our belief in the basic
good nature of human-kind. It turns out that we were out of gas. We had been
told when we bought the new motor that it came with a full tank of gas as a
matter of course. Foolishly, I had believed this and didn’t check the tank
before we left as this was the first time that we had used it. Silly Cappie…
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| The mighty dinghy - Huxley's Perch |
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