I woke up on Thursday morning with a sore throat. By the afternoon it was clear I was coming down with something bad. I headed over to the island on Friday to spend the weekend trying to get some rest and get past this virus.
All I felt like doing was to stay in bed but as usual, there is plenty to do on the island. The weather had been beautiful but chilly. It’s been down to 9 degrees Celsius overnight.
Cutty was keen to make an early start and as I was sitting down for a cup of tea I spotted her in her observation spot on the deck.
She likes to sit here and watch the birdlife in the morning.
I had a few jobs to finish off in the workshop including hanging some shelves. I’ve had a paper towel dispenser in storage for a while which I picked up at a market. It’s super handy to be able to have paper available in the workshop for cleaning my hands or wiping up a mess. So I mounted it under one of the shelves just across from the lathe. It’s one more small job that will get a piece of gear off the ground and out of storage.
It wasn’t a very productive day as I was feeling crook. I did a bit more garden work then relaxed.
The next day I took Cutty for a walk down to the water. This is the little beach close to my shack. It’s a great spot for launching watercraft. I can carry my SUP or canoe down here and go for a paddle.
Moreton Bay is stunning. The water is crystal clear and the only noise is wildlife. I know I have said this before but I can’t understand why this place hasn’t been discovered by people living in Brisbane. It has to be one if Brisbane’s best kept secrets. Luckily not many people read my blog, so the secret is probably safe for now.
Cutty is generally a lazy dog. She takes a lot of motivating to get up in the morning. However, when she’s out and about near water she is a crazy dog. Here she is off for a run around the park.
It’s Sunday afternoon and time to head back to the mainland. My heart sinks whenever I have to leave my little island paradise. Here comes the barge.
What a beautiful day.
I got a bit more done this weekend, even with the distraction of a second dog. I’ve been trying to get fences up for ages now and finally it’s happening. This is the back boundary behind the shipping containers. Unfortunately it resembles the Great Wall of China, but it should keep what I want to keep in, and what I want to keep out, out.
It’s driving me crazy having such little time to spend working on the island. I need more time but I have to work. It’s frustrating how work gets in the way of life. I worked until 2am this morning in the workshop and was back up at 6am.
After a long day I headed back home to the city on the barge. Here is one of the barges going over to the island as I was heading home.
It seems to be more regular than not to have beautiful days on the bay. Here is the view looking down the channel through the anchorage where the island residents have their boats moored.
I get to do it all over again next week.
I pulled up to the island barge today to head over to the island and as I got out to take Cutty for a quick walk some people said that there was a stray dog wandering around that looked exactly like Cutty. I brushed it off thinking that was pretty unlikely but sure enough as I walked over to the park there was a dog that looked exactly like Cutty, minus the white bits. He was pretty distressed and wouldn’t let anyone near him. He also appeared to be hungry as he was trying to eat some rubbish. I couldn’t get near him but as I walked back to the car he followed Cutty. When I opened the door and put Cutty in, he ran up to the car and jumped in. The people waiting for the barge said that they had seen him yesterday and was definitely lost. He didn’t have any tags but did have a collar and a harness. So it appeared to be fate that I was to look after this little dog and try to reunite him with his owner.
Cutty was happy to take the backseat and this is the little dog riding shotgun for the barge trip over to the island. I’ve called him “Boy”. I had to call him something.
I did consider it might have been better to leave him in case his owner was looking for him, but I figured it was better for me to keep him secure and try to find the owner. I’ve called the Council and they have my details if anyone calls looking for him.
I wasn’t sure how he would go with me on the island and I thought I’d have to tie him up. Fortunately, he has immediately taken to Cutty and me. He had dinner, a good drink and a big run round the island with Cutty. These two get along like old mates.
The house is a disaster though with two muddy dogs running around.
So I’ll look after him tonight and tomorrow afternoon when I head back to the mainland I hope to have been in contact with his owner. I think he is having a great little island adventure, but for now he is exhausted and fast asleep on the floor next to me.
Owner located and Boy (aka Louie) has been reunited with his owner. I’ll miss that little fella.
It’s been a while since I’ve been on any fun camping trips but I’m getting re inspired to load up the sidecar and take a weekend away off road. Here’s a short video of some uralists in the Moab. Mr Cob [(C)ranky (O)ld (B)astard] is the bloke with the white beard. I bought my setup from him when he was in Australia. Nice fella and he know lots about Urals.
Just thought anyone interested in off road biking might find the video interesting.
I’ve been setting my shipping container up as a compact workshop. For bigger jobs I can simply move the work outside onto the hardstand area. I installed some LED lighting today which is self contained and runs from its own battery and solar panel. The workshop is completely self sufficient. I’m pretty happy with the result. A bit more shelving and solid bench area and I’ll be ready to do some work.
I’m really happy with the LED lights but I’ll need to put a couple of better lights in for close up work. Here is the container workshop at night.
I went for a walk this morning to check on my mooring. The island has loads of character. This is another little cottage in my street. It’s a good neighbourhood to live in.