The last blog concluded with Taurus in a berth at Beauty Point on the Tamar River. We had a limited amount of time to fill because Cara had been asked to cover a colleague’s work roster in Dunedin for a week. The trip home to help a friend and put some money back in the…

our last blog post ended with Taurus caught on a foot bridge as we attempted to enter the Seaport Marina. Access to the berth we had been given required that we make a ninety degree turn parallel to the footbridge to enter the fairway, and a second ninety degree turn immediately afterwards. Taurus‘ turning circle…

As we left Sir John Falls to return up the Gordon River, the rain fell and the temperature seemed to plummet. We had grown used to bright sunshine and still conditions, so this grey, damp, and cold new world muted our enjoyment of the scenery somewhat. We were also apprehensive about our batteries’ charge state…

We had arrived in Macquarie Harbour on the 29th of June, anchoring outside the only town of Strahan which is located in the north east corner. Before exploring the local area we needed to restock the boat and we had a parcel to pick up. Cara is a keen paddle boarder, where as I used…

In the previous episode we were on anchor in Recherche Bay, supposedly relaxing before heading out to sea at midnight for the trip to Port Davey. Then the bilge alarm went off. A quick inspection revealed a startling amount of water in the bilge — perhaps 2-300 litres. Taurus‘ bilge can be measured in feet,…

After two months in the Prince of Wales Bay Marina it was time to go. Screwing our courage to the sticking place, we tossed off our mooring lines and left the security of our berth. Sailing under the Tasman Bridge we headed downriver, back to the public jetties at Sullivans Cove for some last minute…

The incredible sailing in Tasmania, and innumerable bays and anchorages, naturally means that sailing is a popular pastime. This, in turn, means that there are a number of marinas. An incomplete list of those in Hobart includes Bellerive, Derwent, Kings Pier, Margate, Lindisfarne, Oyster Cove, Royal Yacht Club of Tasmania, and Prince of Wales Bay.…

After a couple of days hanging out in Jetty Bay it was time to move on. We left Bruny Island, again, and sailed across the D’Entrecasteaux Channel in freshening conditions that peaked slightly north of thirty knots. The challenging sail was yet another reminder that you can never take conditions for granted in these waters.…

My father was fond of quoting Harry Day, a World War I, Royal Flying Corps ace, who apparently said, “Rules are for the guidance of wise men and the obedience of fools.” It was, therefore, perhaps their fault that Cara and I were playing fast and loose with the rules in Hobart. You are only…