Our merry band ... Irene, Birgitta, Arend, Billie, Alene, Guy and Ole (Peter took the shot)
When we returned, complete with champagne to launch Camargue, it was already in the water.
Then the fun began. Nobody had sailed a gaff rig before and certainly nobody knew how to rig the sails. The jib was easy but two booms on the mainsail? Hmm! Ole, Guy and Peter spent some time in a huddle before they finally raised the sail in triumph.
All set and we popped the champagne. We cheated a little and drank most of it before Billie poured the last few drops over the bow of the boat.
Peter, Guy and Alene were to sail Camargue back to Macleay, whilst the others relaxed in luxury aboard Nepenthe. Even Billie, the new owner, took one look at the tiny Camargue and opted for the 38' Hans Christian. Tut tut, Billie!!
We waved farewell and started off out of the marina. It is HUGE! Takes half an hour to clear at least!! But we finally got out to sea, having already been overtaken by Ole, whose motor was much larger. Did I say much larger? We only had a 4hp!!
And that proved a problem because there was totally no wind whatsoever. I have never seen Moreton Bay so calm.
Remember the line from The Ancient Mariner? "As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean"? Well, that was us.
We pottered, we tottered, we meandered until Ole lost patience and came back for us.
"You will never get to the island at that rate" he called. "I will have to tow you." So he threw out a tow rope which we ashamedly tied to the bow and off we went, still keeping our little outboard thrashing away to help a little bit.
Nearing Macleay at last, we threw off the shameful tow and pretended to come into harbour under our own steam. A long trip, uneventful but a satisfactory ending. The boat is at Dalpura on its mooring and ready for Dudley to take out sailing on his return from the mine.
Another triumph for Tingira!!