Into The Mystic Cruise 2013 - update 57

Wed 21.8.13: Barloge Creek (delayed posting - the same cliffs, which are keeping out wind and swell, are blocking phone signal. Fortunately, we're still receiving VHF and Navtex, for weather forecasts).




Barloge Creek, is an intimate cove; behind the rearing cliffs, of Bullock Island.




From seaward, the only sign of it is a nick in the horizon.




I scramble our mainsail down, off the, dog legged, entrance.




We edge in. The cliffs part....




...on either side, to admit us...




... to a landlocked, world.




The rush and chuckle, of a waterfall, at the head of the bay; mingles with the sound, of wind sighing, in a stand of conifers. A donkey brays, discordantly; water laps and slaps; and the rasping calls, of rooks, are answered, by the raucous chatter, of gulls.


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