9th – 10th August 2010
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| Looks are decieving |
We called the Sqatters Arms up on our VHF and were welcomed in by Phil’s deep voice. Around the same time we heard a power boat call the Squaters Arms, quoting a very early membership number. Phil was honest enough to say that he was sorry but after well over two thousand visitors and an eaqual amount of home brew, he did not remember them. Phil and Marian have lived at Silver Gull for over 15 years. After many years of sailing the globe Phil and Marion have built themselves a camp next to an abandoned BHP fresh water facility which they have lived in since.
As we rounded the corner we were horrified to see the bow of an alloy boat (about 28ft) sticking up out of the murky water with people swimming and diving on it. The boat had dragged anchor the previous night and then capsized when it ran aground. The owner and crew had chosen to sleep ashore (after drinking a few of Phil’s home brew) and woken to a disaster. The owners wallet with half a King’s ransom and many other valuable items were now at rest with a rather large Croc that Phil had shooed away with a shot gun a few days prior.
No, we did not jump in the water to help with the rescue.
At Phil’s advise we stayed with him, joined the Squatters Arms Boat Club as life membership for $10.00 with proceeds going to charities of Marion
We helped Marion Marion
While enjoying the BBQ and their company we discovered that Mark and Bronnie had met Phil and Marion many years ago and had a mutual friend that had passed away recently.
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| Sitting in the Tank |
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| The Loo |
Unable to come to terms completely with their lavatory and sewage system,
we motored back out of Silver Gull Creek before the tide was too low and look forward to visiting Phil and Marion next time we are passing.
The next day we sailed around to the Fuel Barge at Dog Leg Creek and topped up with diesel, before making way for Raft Point.
