Sunbathing Siren

I learned to crotchet and knit as a child. I have been creating things with my hands ever since. When we were preparing for our voyage I found this wool in Spotlight (the crafters heaven). I decided instead of making a simple rug for chilly nights I designed and created a mermaid tail for both myself and Mr Jones (His is green and blue) With the leftover wool I made myself this cute top.

The huge granite boulders on a deserted Magnetic Island beach seemed the perfect place to model them.

Sinful Sunday

Paperbark Dreaming

I was struggling a little to find or create an image for this week’s Sinful Sunday. I think in my dicking around I may have missed the deadline!!!

During a walk today Mr Jones came across some beautiful paperbarks that were leaning at just the right angle over the Barron River. We checked for any unsuspecting members of the public. With no one coming I stripped and assumed the position while Mr Jones snapped away. Thank goodness there were no ants!!

Even though I missed the deadline to submit my link please click the lips and check out the other entries who were better organised.

Sinful Sunday

Rooted in Nature

Sometimes life has a strange way of turning out. As our journey progressed we found ourselves blown a little further north that we had originally intended. To find somewhere a little more sheltered we tied up in a town called Bowen. While we didn’t find the shelter we sought we did find a town that is laid back in the extreme. Even the trees seemed fairly relaxed and comfortable in their surroundings.

Insert pun here ________

I know that this looks like one of those joke images that circulates around the internet but I promise that I took this image myself in a place that about 99.999% of the world will never visit!

Sinful Sunday

Getting Back to My Roots

Today is a great day. I posted recently about a significant purchase that has happened in our lives. In the post I may have mentioned that I have missed being out in Moreton Bay. On a subliminal level I have known that this feeling is significant but my consciousness hadn’t quite picked up on it. Or perhaps it was being stubborn and didn’t want to admit it openly.

About a year ago I went to a couple of therapy sessions and the Psychologist suggested that I should spend some time getting back to nature. His suggestion was related to the idea that I was burnt out and I needed to be forced to stop and smell the roses. Ironically at that time we had just opted out of the yacht syndicate and my visits to the wilds of Moreton Bay had ceased. I told myself that I would do some bushwalking and that would fill the gap. We did spent some time hiking but it was never something that was completely in our routine.

Today we took our new yacht out for the first time. We will be sleeping on her in an anchorage just off North Stradbroke Island. It has been a spot we have visited several times in the past and follows a visit to a bay that we have spent many nights at over the years, right from the times of owning the McGregor. For the first time in probably over two years my feet walked the sand of a tiny island which, in the not too distant past housed a leper colony. The site of the colony is closed to the public but everyone with a boat visits the bay to fish and swim in the quiet, protected waters.

At the end of the bay is a small patch of mangroves. I love these trees. They have adapted in unique ways to deal with an extremely hostile environment. Their adaptations have led to some interesting and truly beautiful root formations.

I am writing this feeling whole for the first time in a while.

It is a good feeling.