Sat 15 July

Rainy, but the forecast isn't too bad, so we should leave soon. I made a bracelet from the rest of the embroidery floss.

Yup, left and heading for Deer Island.

We approached Deer Island after winding through several islands, and up Bloody Reach. We were looking for a narrow entrance to a tiny tickle along the southern edge, marked only by an outcropping of rockodiles, with and elevated small cliff behind. Motored rather gingerly in and along, nosing into wider bits and out again hurriedly, as the depth sounder rapidly reduced. Anchored in the tickle - about 4/5 metres depth - well, no-one else about for miles and miles, so not really obstructing anyone. The island is low, rocky and covered in these rather stunted pines, and that's it - didnt see any deer. In the morning, it was perfectly still, the pines reflected in the water, with a couple of terns swooping for their breakfast. J said if the weather was better, he would have liked to explore the rest of the tickle in the dinghy - gunkholing.