Awake early for our last fishing expedition. Stephen is feeling poorly, hot, cold and has the aches. We flick our lee-oo-ahs until about 9.30am without even a nibble, not even a fish other than barra! Very disappointing for our final trip out with Tim. I should say at this point that we have become very capable fisherpeople by this stage – casting with ease and winding in the line with professionalism, not a birds’ nest in sight. Tim is very proud. On the way back to the boat one of the tinnys breaks down and has to be towed back.
We return to the GE. The whiteboard is updated with Warren proving that bringing your own rod helps to catch the elusive barra with his count at 3. Well done Warren! He also proved to be a winner with the girls with his Verve supply now depleted.
We cruise to Threeways and then Ruby Falls where we get out of the tinnys and walk straight across the rock to the waterhole. We are very grateful of this as today is very hot and none of us feel like a long walk. This is the last opportunity for the boys to jump off the rocks. We enjoy this lovely, refreshing pool and waterfall and the magnificent surroundings. Everyone seems a little quiet today. It could be the realization that tomorrow is our last day and we are all a bit 
sad that the trip is coming to an end or the fact that it is so hot we don’t have any energy left.
While we have lunch Trippy checks out the motor on the tinny and Stephen, who is feeling very ordinary, heads for his bed. We move to Raft Point where we climb to look at some more aboriginal art before coming back to the boat. Stephen still asleep.
While we have lunch Trippy checks out the motor on the tinny and Stephen, who is feeling very ordinary, heads for his bed. We move to Raft Point where we climb to look at some more aboriginal art before coming back to the boat. Stephen still asleep.We cross Collier Bay and through the Kingfisher Islands and seem to be covering quite a few kilometres this afternoon as we steam towards Talbot Bay where we will anchor this evening. Very pretty scenery.
Dinner tonight has a Chinese theme. We have the fresh oysters we collected, sashimi (my mackerel), rice paper rolls, ginger beef, chicken sweet and sour and a lamb dish with rice. Jane entertains us with her Ode to the Passengers and we laugh at how acc
urate it is.
urate it is.Ode to the passengers aboard this ship
Clive, Nathan, young Tim, Megs and Trippy the ‘skip’
Oh……and yes, before I go….
To the steerage class in the holds below.
TRIPPY is the good guy who runs these great cruises
He pulls up the anchor at times that he chooses
He sails through the night and God knows when he sleeps
He plans the program and strict schedules he keeps.
Designer rumpled CLIVE with the 50 lb braid
When he caught a fish he made sure it stayed
This buccaneer never strays far from the sea
You name, it he’s done it, his life is carefree
He tells a good yarn with little persuasion
And it certainly doesn’t take much lubrication.
NATHAN the cook has kept us force fed
Pate de foie gras has gone to his head
He’s a very good cook this multi-skilled chap
Producing top meals with little mishap
A ‘Jack of all trades’ who keeps changing his hat
First carpenter, deck hand then cook is our Nat.
We were met at the docks by young TIM and the crew
But hey, he’s too young to know what to do
Very soon he left us in no doubt
That he definitely knew what he was about
He caught the biggest Barra fish
Which was our young Tim’s greatest wish
Of course he had to throw it back
But he’s still the leader of the pack.
Oh Meagan, dear Meagen, what a to-do
She slipped, cut her foot and was sewn up by Sue
Trippy was rubbing his hands at the thought
Of practising the first aid skills he’d been taught
He was trying to recall the notes he had read
On anaesthetic, antiseptic, needle and thread
But Sue and Suzanne took over with care
Leaving Trippy the ‘skip’ with his hands in the air.
Megan has a kind, caring nature and a face full of smile
To look after us she goes that extra mile
She and the helicopter pilot got on quite well
She pressed his right button it was easy to tell.
Sweet ANNE has short legs that scurry up rocks
She’ll never be in danger from renegade crocs
She’s the ‘Cod Queen’, she’s serious, she fights tooth, nail and claw
But ‘she still hasn’t found what she’s looking for’
But beware this blonde following you with eyes all agog
You may end up the subject on the site of her Blog.
STEVE’S a man of few words and he considers them all
He’s fit and athletic and good with a ball
At home he’s a cyclist but out here at sea
He’s exchanged his lycra for fluorescent T’s
For him the oyster trip came not a moment too soon
Then he and Anne disappeared for the whole afternoon!
Vivacious SUZANNE with the hormonal hair
‘There’s a sheep on my head’ she was heard to declare
Her mission in life is to look after the ‘Pom’
And this she does with the greatest aplomb
She’s always around when we fall in a hole
She looks after our cuts and is good for our soul
Sue’s an interesting lady, a listener, a gem
She doesn’t like oysters and describes them as phlegm.
The cream-covered ‘Pom’with the Arafat band
Lives in a world that we don’t understand
His brain is so active, his mind is so keen
We hear what he says but what does it mean?
He comes up from his ruuum and selects his lee-oo-ah
How did evolution produce the wonder that you are. (ADRIAN)
Then there’s wise WARREN who knows lots of stuff
As a lad he dreamed of the sea and has not had enough
He talks with the skipper and they compare notes
On fathoms, degrees, navigation and boats
Warren can flick a long line with consummate ease
He’s after the fish, those that climb trees!
JENNIFER has decimated the Mangrove Jacks
She casts a line well, no skill she lacks
When she catches a fish she exclaims ‘Oh dear, Oh dear’
Folds up her parasol and winds in her gear.
ALI’S beautiful jewellery was such a hit
Just wish she’d brought more so we could all have a bit
Sore neck, aching back, things that go bump in the night
Just go and see Ali she’ll soon set you right.
DAVE the bull catcher, what a tough bloke
He has walked on the edge compared to most folk
He and Anne entered the profiterole race
And into their work they put their face
Dave wrestled the gold medal from the arrogant crew
After a disqualification under the rule ‘Spew’.
SUE attempted to form a synchronisation team
But lack of co-ordination put an end to that dream
She’ll overcome that disappointment, she’s strong is our Sue
She caught not only one Barra but two
Cam recorder in hand , always on the alert
Sue’s taken great movies, what an expert!
BRIAN is the quiet one who knocks back a few
But of course we realise he’s drinking for two
He walks through the creeks, up hills and up rocks
And always is wearing his sneakers and socks
He kept his job quiet, letting Laurie take the heat
And with a sharp sense of humour never missed a beat.
JANE is so trim with an elegant stance
Who’d think she’d tell stories of men staining their pants
She’s a beautiful swimmer who keeps up the pace
But we’ve mainly seen legs not her mischievous face
And a wonderful poet with school teacherly wit
Through her we’ll remember the mob on this trip.
That’s all aboard this wonderful ship
And thanks to the crew for a magical trip
The sights from the boat just struck us all dumb
And as they continue the mind starts to numb.
When we go home and resume life’s intensity
We’ll recall the Kimberley and its serenity.
Clive, Nathan, young Tim, Megs and Trippy the ‘skip’
Oh……and yes, before I go….
To the steerage class in the holds below.
TRIPPY is the good guy who runs these great cruises
He pulls up the anchor at times that he chooses
He sails through the night and God knows when he sleeps
He plans the program and strict schedules he keeps.
Designer rumpled CLIVE with the 50 lb braid
When he caught a fish he made sure it stayed
This buccaneer never strays far from the sea
You name, it he’s done it, his life is carefree
He tells a good yarn with little persuasion
And it certainly doesn’t take much lubrication.
NATHAN the cook has kept us force fed
Pate de foie gras has gone to his head
He’s a very good cook this multi-skilled chap
Producing top meals with little mishap
A ‘Jack of all trades’ who keeps changing his hat
First carpenter, deck hand then cook is our Nat.
We were met at the docks by young TIM and the crew
But hey, he’s too young to know what to do
Very soon he left us in no doubt
That he definitely knew what he was about
He caught the biggest Barra fish
Which was our young Tim’s greatest wish
Of course he had to throw it back
But he’s still the leader of the pack.
Oh Meagan, dear Meagen, what a to-do
She slipped, cut her foot and was sewn up by Sue
Trippy was rubbing his hands at the thought
Of practising the first aid skills he’d been taught
He was trying to recall the notes he had read
On anaesthetic, antiseptic, needle and thread
But Sue and Suzanne took over with care
Leaving Trippy the ‘skip’ with his hands in the air.
Megan has a kind, caring nature and a face full of smile
To look after us she goes that extra mile
She and the helicopter pilot got on quite well
She pressed his right button it was easy to tell.
Sweet ANNE has short legs that scurry up rocks
She’ll never be in danger from renegade crocs
She’s the ‘Cod Queen’, she’s serious, she fights tooth, nail and claw
But ‘she still hasn’t found what she’s looking for’
But beware this blonde following you with eyes all agog
You may end up the subject on the site of her Blog.
STEVE’S a man of few words and he considers them all
He’s fit and athletic and good with a ball
At home he’s a cyclist but out here at sea
He’s exchanged his lycra for fluorescent T’s
For him the oyster trip came not a moment too soon
Then he and Anne disappeared for the whole afternoon!
Vivacious SUZANNE with the hormonal hair
‘There’s a sheep on my head’ she was heard to declare
Her mission in life is to look after the ‘Pom’
And this she does with the greatest aplomb
She’s always around when we fall in a hole
She looks after our cuts and is good for our soul
Sue’s an interesting lady, a listener, a gem
She doesn’t like oysters and describes them as phlegm.
The cream-covered ‘Pom’with the Arafat band
Lives in a world that we don’t understand
His brain is so active, his mind is so keen
We hear what he says but what does it mean?
He comes up from his ruuum and selects his lee-oo-ah
How did evolution produce the wonder that you are. (ADRIAN)
Then there’s wise WARREN who knows lots of stuff
As a lad he dreamed of the sea and has not had enough
He talks with the skipper and they compare notes
On fathoms, degrees, navigation and boats
Warren can flick a long line with consummate ease
He’s after the fish, those that climb trees!
JENNIFER has decimated the Mangrove Jacks
She casts a line well, no skill she lacks
When she catches a fish she exclaims ‘Oh dear, Oh dear’
Folds up her parasol and winds in her gear.
ALI’S beautiful jewellery was such a hit
Just wish she’d brought more so we could all have a bit
Sore neck, aching back, things that go bump in the night
Just go and see Ali she’ll soon set you right.
DAVE the bull catcher, what a tough bloke
He has walked on the edge compared to most folk
He and Anne entered the profiterole race
And into their work they put their face
Dave wrestled the gold medal from the arrogant crew
After a disqualification under the rule ‘Spew’.
SUE attempted to form a synchronisation team
But lack of co-ordination put an end to that dream
She’ll overcome that disappointment, she’s strong is our Sue
She caught not only one Barra but two
Cam recorder in hand , always on the alert
Sue’s taken great movies, what an expert!
BRIAN is the quiet one who knocks back a few
But of course we realise he’s drinking for two
He walks through the creeks, up hills and up rocks
And always is wearing his sneakers and socks
He kept his job quiet, letting Laurie take the heat
And with a sharp sense of humour never missed a beat.
JANE is so trim with an elegant stance
Who’d think she’d tell stories of men staining their pants
She’s a beautiful swimmer who keeps up the pace
But we’ve mainly seen legs not her mischievous face
And a wonderful poet with school teacherly wit
Through her we’ll remember the mob on this trip.
That’s all aboard this wonderful ship
And thanks to the crew for a magical trip
The sights from the boat just struck us all dumb
And as they continue the mind starts to numb.
When we go home and resume life’s intensity
We’ll recall the Kimberley and its serenity.
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