Clouds, moon pies and a meteor

There’s never a dull moment in paradise. Sunsets and even a few sunrises take my breath away. Each one is unique and beautiful.

The other night while we watched a downloaded movie indoors, we heard engine sounds outside. At least one helicopter buzzed the residence. I saw them make their return trip the next day, not so close this time.

The next night Tim stepped outside and was amazed to see this meteor fall over the swashway on Erith and Dover Islands.

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So I baked cookies, known as moon pies by some, and Oreos by others.

Looking good

The work is done for now. The lighthouse cracks have been sealed, the metal work ground down and painted and an initial coat of paint has been applied. It will look so flash and more importantly won’t leak water any more.

Both houses, the workshop, generator shed, radio shed have new roofs. It was a whirlwind of work and activity but now we are on our own for the time being. The barge arrived yesterday morning and asbestos debris and the various vehicles and trailers were hauled aboard. We cleared the airstrip and off went the last of the crew. Phew.

I see a rainbow or two

Funny thing how you need rain or misty weather to see a beautiful rainbow. Another life lesson.

Sunset – no filter

I could not even imagine this. Lucky for me it is the real Deal!

Weather is getting a bit nippy, I am wondering if my swim cap would be warmer than my wool beanie. I may get to wear both. I am keeping my wool items clean and close at hand,

As time ticks away, I am in overdrive with weaving and reading. When we first arrived, I selected about ten books from the island library to read; largely by Australian authors or about remote lives and adventures. Now that I see our departure date closer than may arrival, I am reading feverishly. Some good, some bad. I am so used to using a kindle, not the actual book, I found my self tapping the page or trying to highlight a word for the dictionary. I even stirred and looked several words up in the dictionary.

Same with weaving. I brought several spools of silk thread with the notion I would weave shoelaces! Can you imagine? Well now I am. I am making one set on a tiny rigid heddle loom and the other with tablets. I spent the first month reintroducing myself to Andean Pebble weave and wove a few bands in varying thicknesses with that technique. I have knit two pairs of socks, one for me and one for Tim, a pair of mittens, a wimple, a child’s hat, fingerless mitts and now a pair of child’s mittens. Trying to go home with mainly finished items instead of skeins of wool. I haven’t picked a project yet for a ball of beautiful hand dyed, hand spun merino I received from a dear friend. It will be something to remind me of this beautiful place.

I often remember where I was when I made something and so it becomes my souvenir. Even a lot of food I make now, I can remember the first island I experimented with it. This trip’s new addition will be croissants and sticky buns made from artisan bread dough. Memories and calories!

Pink contrails?

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Could it be the contrails are pink in Tasmania. I think not since no planes fly overhead. Our time here is quickly winding down. Roofing is almost complete and there should be another adventure with the barge, boats and ATV’s next week. In the meantime, we continue to relish our final days.

 

Planes, barges, fishing boats, bobcat, ATV’s

Our quiet paradise has been shattered. In the course of five days, the island population swelled to 14 people on island and at least 5 in yachts.

The pace of work is blazing. Tuesday and a Thursday brought several plane loads of workers and equipment. By Thursday evening, one roof had been replaced, and as you already know, the toilet problem was fixed.

Friday, the barge arrived with all the materials and equipment. It parked on the beach and offloaded. Yesterday the roof on the caretaker cottage was removed and replaced and a pitch was added to replace the flat roof that often leaked.

Today a fishing vessel arrived with a year’s worth of propane tanks to swap out and three seemingly tireless workers came down to give us a hand. They did this during a break from removing an asbestos roof.

In our spare time, we shoveled the road clear of sand again because the sandy hill slide sloughs off with any significant rainfall.

 

It’s mildly chaotic but also heaps of fun. How much time alone do you really need?