Hi, it’s Green. Greyt news from Grey. It seems to have recovered from its Swan Lake tragedy, and has blogged a couple of days in a row, so we’re all hopeful at the Greenygrey that it will reach the conclusion of its quest soon. We can’t wait to welcome it back. Here’s the latest two blogs brought into the Greenygrey world for your convenience:
Elle took to the raft-pulling like a dolphin to water, and with the load lightened behind we reached similar speeds to the previous day. The sea also seemed returned to normal, and it felt good to be lost in the waves, alternating time between the waterworld and skyspace.
Huskisson has some kind of Pull
We reached Jervis Bay in the evening, and thought about stopping somewhere for a meal.
As we circled the bay from the left, Vincentia did not attract us, but Huskisson seemed to be drawing us on; maybe it was because Elle and I had been doing a similar job to huskies with all the load-pulling.
Husky Son in Huskisson Hushes Us On
We were preparing to land near Elizabeth Drive, on the junction with Moona Moona Creek, when a car load of women stopped at a nearby junction.
The driver mooned at us twice. Her front-seat passenger berated her, shouting ‘Elizabeth, will you stop mooning or we’ll be up the Creek without a paddle; there’s a husky father and son just over there. Elizabeth, drive on now.’
The husky son just chuckled, and hushed us on.
Her shell reminded me of lobsters, and I told her I hadn’t seen any around. Michelle replied with the Ode of Shell Cove:
There were 110 lobsters eating pears
contentedly up a crab-apple tree.
When along came a storm
and swept them out to sea.
They made themselves at home
and decided that’s where they’d be.
We passed Warilla, and saw gorillas warring on the beach. I was amazed to see this, as the gentle giants are usually very peaceful.
Then we reached Warrawong, where there were many gorillas in a plentiful peace protest proclaiming war is wrong.
Wall and Gong Prevent Landing in Wollongong
The incidents we witnessed in Warilla and Warrawong spooked us out a little, and then when we approached Wollongong we could hear a deafening gong sound long before we set eyes on it.
Well, actually, we never even set eyes on Wollongong, because there was a massive fortress style wall all around it.
So we continued past it, hearing the gonging grow ever louder until reaching its zenith off Battery Park.
Somewhere between Wombarra and Scarborough we reached silence once again.