Much as I Like Gove, I’d Like To Leave Now

October – November 2020

Another glorious Gove sunset

It seemed like there was a constant flow of boats arriving and leaving Gove, but we were still there waiting.  ‘Stars End II’ (who had done that long trip back from India to Darwin) were taking their boat home.  It was lovely to catch up with Nikki and Frank.  They were travelling with ‘Tera I Moana’ and ‘Sauvage’ and we had a lively evening at the club listening to their stories.

More repairs

When we got back from the club one night, we found a porthole flyscreen on the floor with a hole in it.  Then we turned on the light and worked out what had happened.

I think this break and enter is a bit fishy

This Spanish Mackerel came through the kitchen window and died messily across my carpet (after bouncing off the freezer and wall and ceiling).  Neon was just sitting at the door waiting for us to get home to fillet it for him (he apparently doesn’t do whole food).  A poor fisherman in Darwin harbour recently died after a bigger version of these fish jumped out of the water and hit him in the chest, the force of the impact stopped his heart (another thing to add to the list of things that can kill you in Australia).  We see these fish jumping around the bay, but you don’t expect one to attempt a break and enter of your boat.

‘Opal Lady’ in Gove harbour

‘Opal Lady’ has her sun covers on to help keep the boat cool.  The front one also allows us to keep the hatches open when it is raining.  We are going to get a custom-made cover for the top deck to replace the bright blue tarp (and the kilometres of twine).

I am sewing and knitting and Peter is passing the time fishing. 

Just a practice cast

Sometimes in the mangroves…

Tea

And sometimes around the rocks in the harbour.  I am miffed that the squid in the harbour are totally disinterested in taking my lures – I’ve never not-caught squid.  There is so much life in the waters here; small fry, Trevally using the boat for cover, squadrons of Squid and iridescent blue Garfish (I think), jumping Tuna and Mackerel. Where there is cover there are fish. A pod of Dolphin even cruised past the boat and one did  marine park leaps from the water near the boat for about 40 minutes.

Suz and Blue on ‘Combyu’

We volunteered to crew on ‘Combyu’ for the monthly yacht race at the beginning of November.  We really had no idea what we were doing, but Blue was very good at giving instructions. It was easy enough as long as we only had a single winch thing to deal with each. I did manage to make a real mess at one point, getting a rope looped over a handle that looked like it could get flung into the back of Deb’s head, I’m hoping she was concentrating on steering and didn’t notice.

Deb steering ‘Combyu’

  In between periods of frenetic rope work, it was really a relaxing way to spend the day.  Paul (he does more than just fix mufflers) won the race on his large but spartan catamaran, single handed, blaring very cool music, while handling the ropes and steering with a tinnie in hand – we all agreed it was a bit ‘legendy’.

It’s now mid November and it has started raining – yay – except that it is our shopping day, and we are on our way back from town, and the boat is open, and my washing is on the line.  Oh well the boat will be clean.

Oops

The tide went out a bit further than we were expecting (or I think that Peter had a few more drinkies with Paul and Blue than we expected).  That is our dinghy at the front, how inconvenient.  The mud down there is deep and gooey – I’ll leave you to guess how I know that (Peter was apparently busy on croc watch).

Late November and the ‘glass slipper’ of mufflers arrives – it fits! [Read more about this in Peter’s Tech Talk 4]

Suz sewing with wire

Paul and Peter set to installing it and then the insulation was ‘sewn’ into place with stainless steel wire.

The chain is furry

We finally lifted the chain for the first time in eight weeks (we were taking her over to the commercial wharf to refuel).  The chain needed a bit of a clean.  Peter had thought about this and booked us in to refuel on the day before we planned to leave, so that we could spend time cleaning the chain and snubber without the stress of a time constraint.  We had brushes and the high pressure cleaner ready, and when we re-anchored (after refuelling), Peter put out a further 10m of chain so that the stuff hanging on would get rubbed off on the bottom of the harbour – clever thinking that man (it worked a treat and the chain was clean as a whistle when we left two days later).

Going through the safety checklist

The refuelling dock is in the commercial area of the harbour and you have to book an appointment.  We found them to very efficient and easy to work with.  The bumpers have recently been upgraded with nice smooth rubber D bumpers, but I would recommend some serious fender setup before pulling over (with a couple of fenders ready to be easily repositioned) as the bumpers are setup for big, big boats (and we are not).

Refuelling with ‘Natsumi’

This view of the refuelling wharf was taken a few months ago from ‘Natsumi’, and shows the wharf at low tide, prior to the installation of the D bumpers – I don’t think you can over fender.

The cleaning never stops

The last job on the list for getting ready to leave, was to beach the dinghy and clean the bottom.  After 8 weeks in the water, there was a lesson in marine biology on that hull.  Cleaning, cleaning, all the while looking out for the croc that lives in the harbour (he has a habit of sneaking up on boaties doing just this).

Much as we enjoyed our enforced stay in Gove, we are now running behind time to be safely down the east coast before the cyclone season starts, so we won’t have time now to go to Groote Eylandt (and after I’d gone through the process of getting our passes sorted too – actually, dealing with the Anindilyakwa Land Council was quite easy and efficient – but don’t let Peter know).

November 22nd and we are leaving Gove for a direct crossing of the Gulf of Carpentaria to Seisia.  I have completed our Queensland Covid passes, have a batch of chilli con carne ready-made for meals-on-the-go and Peter has promised that the wind will be calming down by tomorrow.

Last call for drinkies in the NT

Bring on Queensland.

Bye bye Gove

Neon Notes (The Witness Statement):

It was around 10am on Dad’s haircut day in mid November.  Mum left Dad alone with the clippers for 1 little minute and came back to this!

I told you I was just ‘big furred’

If ever there was proof actual that I am big furred here it is.  I will grant that it something of an acquired look, but it is very cooling and dare I say quite slimming.

Not traumatized, just cooool.

Mum is worried I might develop some emotional problems, but honestly, I think I have the elan to carry to it off and it feels gooood.

Boat Works:

Fitted new muffler – Yay (soo much more about this in Tech Talk 4)

Replaced leaking fuel tank for dinghy (the new one has a gauge and more reliable hose clamping system)

Replace overheating electronics battery (a lesson in paying attention to new smells)

Cleaned barnacles and garden growing around waterline

Defosted fridges again (an ongoing issue in this humid climate).  The heat gun is invaluable.

Refuelled – 1200l diesel and 500ml diesel preservative

PeterandSuz

We retired in 2019 to travel Australia (maybe the world) on our boat 'Opal Lady' (Nordhavn 43/37).

This Post Has 6 Comments

  1. Loving the hair Suz!

    1. Greetings Alana, thankyou for noticing and I’m so glad you like it. I have been naturally grey (actually white) for about 15 years and the boating lifestyle kind of lends itself to just going with it (lack of floating hairdressers). I hope all is well with you and yours. Suz

  2. Hi Peter and Sue, looks like you are having a great time on your travels, good on you. Cheers Greg

    1. Greetings Greg, How lovely to find you are a reader of our blog. The retired life of travel is indeed suiting us, I would recommend it, although sometimes we are even busier than when we were both working! Best to you and Kimberley. Suz

  3. Oh Suz, those flying Mackerel are enough to elevate stress levels to maximum! I can remember reading in Kay Cottee’s book, ‘First Lady’, the dangers associated with flying fish. On the bright side, no need to cast a line! The propulsion your ‘cat feed’ would have required to break through the screen is unfathomable!
    And to think I have a fear of flying American cockroaches! Those flying mackerels take the cake.
    x

    1. Oh dear Vona, cockroaches are one of the few things I really really don’t like, and those flying ones are nightmarish! I’ve not read that book by Kay Cottee, but I’ll have to look it up. It seems there are flying fish everywhere (the proper type, not the mackerel). Suz

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