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We have created a numbers of ways to share Raid photos. Using Facebook, you can post your best pics to the tn17 Photo Group (https://www.facebook.com/groups/1907553839491022/). This is a closed group just for Raiders with almost 200 photos in it already. Go to the site and ask to join. Either Heather (Mrs Black Pearl) or Deb will accept your request. There are also a few pics on the tn17 Facebook page. Alternatively you can link your online collection to the LBT website at http://bit.ly/2lxymw9 - let us know about your on-line collection if you would like it added.
Several items were lost and found during the Raids. There is a box of homeless stuff at the LBT Shed. If you have lost something or found someone else's stuff in your gear after the Raid, please let us know and we will share it. Celia is looking for her pocket knife in beloved hand-made leather holder, thought lost in Quarantine Bay and if you borrowed the LBT’s new Yamaha outboard please return it.Invoices for Bar Tabs went out on 24 February. Thank-you to those who have already paid - you should have received acknowledgment of your payment. If you haven’t yet seen your invoice please check for an email from “Living Boat Trust<firstname.lastname@example.org>”. If you haven’t received an invoice but are expecting one please contact the Raid organisers at: email@example.com
We are accumulating links to the collections we know about at http://bit.ly/2lxymw9 . Let us know about your online collection if you would like it added.
The original plan was for the Return Raid fleet to leave Hobart from Watermans Dock on Monday afternoon, however, the current forecast is for strong westerly winds from midday Sunday, easing late on Monday afternoon. We will have a better idea of how the weather system is moving at 11 am on Monday. If the winds are unlikely to ease in time for a safe crossing during daylight we will look at alternatives including the possibility of busing people to a camp site for Monday night.
As always we will be watching the weather and will make a decision accordingly. Some people on the Raid have limited email access at the moment – if you are speaking to someone doing the Return Raid please check with them whether they’ve received this email and if not, let them know about the bag drop at 11 am and the possibility of a bus shuffle if the strong winds don’t ease in time.
The camp support staff had the best view of the Simpson’s Point camp, motoring in and out over the ridge: it was spectacular. In the morning after a 7.30 breakfast the now established routine of washing up and packing up the vehicles was easily accomplished with the assistance of everybody in camp. The analogy of ants moving a grasshopper was mentioned. Ros headed out to replenish stores, chef and cooking assistants went off to preprepare meals for the day, the support group went looking for fuel and gas, whilst the setup group found their way to the new camp with a truckload of luggage, camp equipment, mobile toilets and water supplies. The tea, coffee and office marquee was set up first, followed by the kitchen marquee. After the arrival of the sailing and rowing contingent we collectively erected the main marquee. Sitting in camp at Quarantine Bay in the shade under the cyprus trees after the afternoon’s work was done we watched the fleet come in with the sun on their sails: it was brilliant.
Seastar had been tucked away in Egg and Bacon Bay for the night, a millpond in south westerly weather, very close to Randall’s, most importantly within walking distance for dinner. In the morning we motored around for breakfast in 20 minutes. Got away before the rest of the fleet, giving us a brief feeling of superiority before we were passed by the Bay Raiders and the Core Sounds. It was a day of fair winds blowing us along at about five knots, despite leaving two reefs in. We passed Huon Island and then Arch Rock, covered in nesting gulls and resting cormorants, turned the corner at Gordon into the D’entrecasteaux Channel proper and headed directly for Simpson’s Point. We coasted down the far side of the point to our destination, a tiny, sheltered, tree lined cove. It was at the foot of spectacular paddocks of long yellow grass with a lone wallaby bounding off through it. Little mushroom tents were being set up along the ridge lines, or wherever a piece of level ground could be found. The marquees were erected and all of a sudden there was a tent village. The red wine supplies had been replenished, so we could all relax. The sun was out and views were wonderful, as was the meal served up to the multitudes that evening.
As with the day before, a bit of everything. A nice breeze out of harbour, then nothing at all around the corner and wallowing around. A stiff wind came down the river, induced us to put in a couple of reefs, and then lots of tacking backwards and forwards to get past the fish farms. After that a straight run into Randall’s Bay. Got the tent up in the Thomas’s beautiful sheep paddock, and then it bucketed with rain. Drama: we had run out of red wine, but to balance that we had a warming curry for dinner.
The most dramatic day was when the fleet was hit by a squall off Southport. The Montagu Whaler capsized in the middle of reefing drills off Southport Jetty - the main sheet jammed at an inopportune moment. People were taken off by driving the inflatable just over the gunwhales to make it easy for them to get in, leaving only the skipper aboard. The anchor had been deployed, but was tangled in other lines, and took some time to retrieve. Eventually ‘the Monty’ was slowly towed into harbour, still full of water. In the meantime Imagine had been caught on a surf beach, and another rescue boat, Flat Calm, had got into difficulties trying to assist them. It needed needed to be towed clear of the breaking waves.
A very quiet seaward passage out of Southport. Dolphins and albatross along the way. The wind came up, straight out of Dover harbour. Swiftsure decided she did NOT want to go home, and we engaged in a series of tacks backwards and forwards across the entrance, very slowly making our way in. The destination was in sight but the wind was dropping and in the end we reluctantly accepted a tow into the beach. Esperance Yacht Club were great hosts, the providers of a very welcome shower, and the venue for wine and song that evening. Thanks to Matt and Gill for organising. We are learning about Swiftsure as we go.