Mid-Winters day, the sun is shining, the breeze is cool. Sitting three metres from the edge of Lake Wuruma. Warm enough to wear bathers if out of the breeze. The sun passes behind a Gum tree in the shallows. An opera house net is attached to this tree set to catch red claw. Numerous ducks and tortoises. Cat or Jew fish aplenty. Fatty but edible they say. A favourite camping spot. Fire last night allowed us to stay up till 8.30 instead of diving under the doona to keep warm.
The trip from Mooloolaba included an overnight at the historic Theebine Hotel. At the bar over a very pleasant meal we met some locals. The woman collecting a meal to take back to the farm after a big days work with cattle. Ex Marysville resident who lost 35 friends in the fires. A visit to the new town after her husband died showed her nothing familiar and she never wants to revisit. Should be re-named in her view. Young couple and their two boys from Bauple caught us up on the politics. The fellow and his daughter we met last year who made it their mission to take over all the community initiatives to build their business and be the biggest fish in this lovely little pond have closed their store and are considering their next move. Graham the hotelier was a butcher and Nestles worker - now settled into providing a place of warmth and hospitality for this community and those like us who go out of our way to drop in.
Two nights with fellow sailor Bernie at Mooloolaba caught us up on home-town news and plenty of laughs. I don't understand why Bernie thinks its funny that I describe Nemo's behaviour as almost like a dog. Or that I tell Chloe the Blue Russian x Burmese cat that she's pretty contrary to the opinion of many. Friday night at Mooloolaba Yacht Club was really like home when we bumped into Marty and Lorraine of Bacardi en route to Lizard Island after their horribly wet and cold cruise up from Melbourne.
This after a wonderful few days cruising on the Broadwater and sharing relaxing times with Lea and Geoff on the beautiful Nestasea, and meeting their first grand-child six-month old Ellie. 
Our focus is now turning to reaching Skye Station and meeting the family we will be living and working with for six weeks. After weeks of being with old friends, wining, dining and enjoying the journey it will be good to settle for a while, make new friends, roll our sleeves up and learn lots of new things. Love to all.
That's the news from Camp Wilkinson where the women are strong, the men are good looking and the children are above average :))
(Acknowledging A Prairie Home Companion)
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