We awoke yesterday to another glorious morning on Moreton Bay. We launched our dinghy and headed for the shore to explore Blakesley’s. We were walking along the track when a giant Goanna ran across the flat in front of us. It was huge, and boy was it moving. I don’t think I’d have a chance of outrunning one. Just as it disappeared into the bush I heard something in the tree above me and looked up to find another one running up the tree. I must confess that it was about now that I was thinking it would be a good idea to go home and have breakfast. I felt like we were surrounded, but we pushed on but I stayed very close to Geoffrey.
We intended to walk to the lake, but were thwarted by a Keep out sign, Trespassers will be Prosecuted, so we headed back down the hill to have a stroll along the beach.
There were plenty of mangroves, so we decided to go back to the boat and get the dip net and see if we could get a mud crab or two. After about an hour of paddling the dinghy around in the mangroves and the bugs and March Flies we gave up on catching any, but we did see this little chap pop up just beside us to say hello.
We eventually got back to the boat for a swim and Brekky/Lunch at 11.30 am. I was starving.
After Bacon and Eggs we headed off to Runaway Bay. No sailing today. We motored in and out of the sandbars and didn’t run aground once. Bonus!
We’d run out of refreshments the day before (bad planning), so we called in to quench our thirst with the locals at Tipplers Resort.
45 minutes was long enough with the Goanna, so we jumped back onto the boat and headed for Runaway Bay. We arrived at 4.45. Just in time for drinks. Perfect Timing!