We cruise backwards a little to a swimming hole called Benny’s Pool – I guess Benny found it! It was quite a walk along the creek bed, dotted with little waterholes, waterfalls and lots of flora. The pool is crystal clear and brochure perfect. I once believed that the brochure photos had been touched up but this is proof that they are not.
More bombs which by now are becoming a bit blaah Tim and Gronk. After a couple of hours swimming and laying around, as you do when it is 30 odd degrees, we head back to the boat and continue past the Coronation Islands to Careening Bay where we go ashore and look at a 700 year old boab tree. The crew of the HMS Mermaid carved their name into the tree in 1820. There is quite a story attached to this site but if you are interested read the blurb in the photo. 
We venture out for another fish in the afternoon and increase the cod count which is becoming quite staggering. We also hear from Adrian how he got dragged from the laaaarder, where he was hiding, kicking and screaming for his first day at boarding school (he was only 8). He followed this up with his first dinner in the dining ruuuum (just like in the Harry Potter movie ) and how he fed his bread to the Headmaster’s dog because it was inedible. There were repercussions but the story is a bit too long to go into. Needless to say we were rolling around the tinny laughing at his misfortunes.
I think this was the day I got into trouble from Tim because, while fishing, I was calling to the fish, “Come on little cod, jump on my rod”. “That’s it, no more mention of the 'c' word, is that understood?” Grumpy bastard. I can’t help it if only the cod like me and the barra are being so elusive.
Back to the GE for white night. Even the boys make an effort to join in although Dave had to resort to the first aid cupboard!! We cruise on towards St George Basin.
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