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Remember Greg and Bev?

When the phone rings and a voice asks, How ya doin' ya Pommie bastard?, then I know I'm speaking to Greg. I've known him for thirty years. He and Bev, his wife, are very dear friends and they pop up from time to time in these pages. They never change, that's what I love about them.

Well, Greg and Bev were going to be in Merimbula for a day - how would we like to meet them there? Answer: Very much. Merimbula is only a half hour drive from Eden (but we still managed to be twenty minutes late).

Greg and Bev

Bev and Greg. Bev's the one on the left. Well, of course, you're correct; she's actually
on the right but on the left of the photo. I'm s-o-o-o glad that's settled.

Merimbula is a lovely coastal resort town, larger than Eden with a bigger shopping centre. However, it lacks a certain je ne sais quoi that Eden possesses though it has the same rugged coastline interspersed with pristine beaches. Eden's quaint fishing harbour with its cafés overlooking the water sets it apart. For me, anyway.

The four of us ... yes, Pam was allowed out for the day ... had a nice, relaxing time which included some retail therapy. Greg and I wandered into a camera shop and had a look at a tripod I rather liked. I was telling him about my previous visit to that same shop and how a tripod that I'd looked at had one of it's legs hanging off for want of a moment's attention with a screwdriver. The tripod was still there; its leg was still hanging off. I mentioned that I had looked at several tripods and that during the twenty minutes I had spent in the shop, I had been totally ignored. We looked around. The shop was nearly empty but nobody as much as glanced our way. Thank God for the Internet is all I can say.

Sydney to Hobart Blue water classic 2012

Are you into yacht racing? No, neither are we. However, while not listening to the television news, the word Eden caught my attention. Living Doll, a 55-foot contender for line honours in the race, had damaged one of her two rudders out on the Tasman Sea. She became the first withdrawal from the race and had retired to ... roll of drums ... Eden.

Well, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth and maybe one of the readers of this site might be a yachtie. If not, the other one might. So we grabbed a camera and drove down to Snug Cove for a look.

Living Doll was being hoisted out of the water by a crane but the setting sun was in the wrong place and the edge of the wharf screened most of the boat before they lifted her. So, I had to go around to a parallel wharf by which time the sun had all but set and the yacht was well clear of the water.

Get the idea? Things weren't going right and the wind was freezing. Anyway, here's Living Doll:

Living Doll

Tell you what - and I'll say this quietly - as yachts go, Living Doll is not the prettiest.
And that design on her side could be entitled Imminent Barf.

When I was on the wharf alongside the boat, I'd photographed what looked like a black aeroplane propeller blade lying on the ground. A broken rudder, perhaps? Have a look ...


Is that a broken rudder? I think it must be.

Just in front of Living Doll there were two other yachts which had also retired from the race. The picture shows their race numbers but I didn't know their names. The reports on the Internet concentrate on the winners and neglect the really interesting boats - the ones in Eden.

Long story short, I spent the best part of an hour on different Internet sites trying to establish the names of the two boats from their race numbers. Finally I re-checked my own photos and found their names written on their sterns.


Other withdrawn yachts

Corporate Initiatives (74) had a steering problem; Primitive Cool (77) had damaged her mainsail.


As the sun set, the race leaders had arrived in Hobart though most competitors were still at sea.
Here in Eden were three damaged yachts and their crews; sad, disappointed ... but safe and well.

A Google earth map showing part of Eden.

Google earth map

This Google earth map shows the layout of Eden. The Eden Tourist Park, our temporary home, is just off the
top of the map. A red 'a' indicates where we watch the seals, the red 'b' where Living Doll is under repair.

Three days later.

Living Doll on Crane

Living Doll resting on her huge keel, the crane holding her steady. Her starboard rudder is still absent,
her port rudder so slim it looks like a guy rope on this picture. I'm glad I'm not paying for the crane hire!

Damage to Living Doll

It appears the starboard rudder did some damage to the the hull before it broke off (or was removed).

I had to laugh when people approached me on the wharf and asked questions about the yacht. Why me? Does a beard signify a seafaring man? I had to admit that all I knew about Living Doll was her name and I only knew that because it's written across her stern.

snug cove

If you have to break down somewhere, you'd go a long way before finding anywhere to match this paradise.
The gulls floating on the water are waiting for a submerged fur seal to surface with today's lunch.

Seal and Gull Collage

Not fish again! In the early 1800's, over 200,000 Australian Fur Seals were hunted and killed for
their fur and blubber. Today their numbers are recovering with a population of around 50,000.

New Years Eve 2012

Strobe lights on Caravan

Not a swarm of demented fireflies but a strobe flashing red and green spots on the caravan,
each spot elongated by the slow camera shutter speed. (1/13 second, f/4.5, ISO-5000)

At midnight we were treated to more lighting effects - a wonderful fireworks display.


Combining many photographs into a collage gives a better effect. All that's missing is the ABC logo.

We're not sure what it is but it's not allowed.

Whatever you want to do, you CAN'T DO IT ...


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