After successfully anchoring the first night (with an anchor watch until 3:00am just to be sure), we were happy with the anchor performance. However, there was a discussion during the morning as to whether we had dragged anchor a bit overnight and with the increasing wind we decided to run some lines to a nearby private mooring as well. Although we felt more secure as the load was distributed over the anchor and the mooring, it was nearly to bring us undone later. Sure that Tegwen was secure, we elected to go ashore in the afternoon to stretch our legs and look around. To do this, we need to use the dinghy for the first time ever.
Successfully inflated, the dinghy was launched over the side at the front of the boat and was being led to the stern when the line tied to the dinghy parted company. Its first deployment and about to be blown out into Bass Strait! As we stood there Mark Smith leaped in and grabbed the dinghy as it blew off. Fortunately Mark was able to swim the dinghy back to the boat as we all scrambled to throw a line at him - we could have lost him and the dinghy! After that the rest of the day seemed very tame.
Given the choppy conditions, the crew were ferried to shore one at a time. The dinghy & motor combination worked well, very stable. Once on Deal we climbed the steep track up to the small settlement of two houses and a number of other older buildings. We met the volunteer caretakers who were at the end of their 3 month stint and also awaiting the weather to get off the island. The Deal Island Museum was interesting but the views over Murray Passage to Erith Island were undoubtedly the most outstanding feature. The wind howled that night as we played Scrabble with a miniature travel set that Christine has placed aboard some time ago.
Wednesday morning and the conditions were no better. We thought we might have an evening barbecue ashore using the facilities at the jetty if it eased off but didn't bother to take the meat out of the freezer.
Around 11:00am as the cabin fever was increasing, Mark Webb was remarking on how the Beagle had been holed up at Deal Island for some time and likening our situation to both that of the Beagle and of Shackleton on the ice when first the bowsprit, then the two masts, of a barquentine appeared around the southern end of East Cove! Not all below believed us at first, thinking we were expanding the allegory Webby was weaving. It was the Young Endeavour, with a new group of youth on the ship, one day out of Devonport seeking some respite from the weather. What a first night they must have had out in those conditions (they saw up to 45 knots of wind)!
Russ who is ex Navy was particularly excited and exchanged greetings via VHF radio at the first opportunity. The tedium of bouncing around on Tegwen was suddenly gone as we had a beautiful ship to look at and all the carry on of their activities. They sent their proteges ashore in the afternoon to find terra firma again. Quite a few just sat in the shelter to be found around the jetty looking somewhat subdued. Not surprising given what they had been through.
Via VHF, we received an invite from the Captain of the Young Endeavour to dine with their staff that evening which we gladly accepted. They also happily topped up our jerry cans with fresh water which we were most thankful to receive. So later that day we found ourselves being picked up and ferried to the Young Endeavour, introduced to the Captain and crew, plied with espresso coffees from their on board machine and enjoying a fine meal with enthusiastic and great company. The entire crew from the Captain down were a credit to both the Navy and themselves, full of enthusiasm and with a clear vision of what they were doing and how it was benefiting those young persons doing the program. They have the privilege of taking their young charges through a finely honed program and seeing them over a short space of time develop new abilities, confidence and self understanding and it was obvious that the crew took great delight and pride in this. After the meal we were extended the opportunity to use their showers with freshly dried towels which was a welcome surprise quickly taken up. Then a tour of the vessel and as their night program commenced we were ferried back to Tegwen, with our stomachs full, our bodies clean and our minds inspired by the Young Endeavour crew and the work they were doing. We slept well that night.
Once again the crew were ferried to shore one at a time and then we set off up the Barn Hill track to gain great views down two sides of Erith Island as well as of Murray Passage and then finally Little Squally Cove. Rained a bit at times but that was more than made up for when Bob and Penny, the Deal Island volunteer caretakers, invited us in for a cup of tea and some home made cake. While there, we spoke with Bryn from Coastguard Tamar for the first time using the caretaker's VHF and were able to log our intended departure that night. Bryn's melodious accent and friendly banter was to remain part of our daily radio listening for several days to come as he read out the weather and took position reports. Continuing on, we walked down to Garden Cove and saw the remnants of a vegetable garden established by one of the early lighthouse keeper's wife.
Returning to Tegwen for lunch, we then faced the interesting situation of untangling the anchor and mooring lines that had managed over a couple of days to wrap themselves around each other and Tegwen's keel. As well, our anchor had dragged until it became tangled in the chains of the mooring. No wonder it seemed secure after that initial drag, it wasn't going anywhere and for quite some time it looked like Tegwen and us weren't either.
After much huffing, puffing and postulation, we established a plan of sorts. Webby braved the cold water and managed to clear the keel wrap our anchor line had established. Some time later we managed to clear the line we had to the mooring by lifting the buoy and all the tangles immediately below it out of the water and pulling our line out twist by twist and knot by knot.
It then became clear that our anchor had not only snagged one of the mooring's chains but all but tied itself up in it. The possibility of having to cut the line and lose Tegwen's primary anchor and chain loomed large. It was too deep and too cold to free dive to the bottom. Eventually we managed to lift Tegwen's anchor to within 3 metres of the surface and Webby to give it one shot. Fortunately he managed to clear the wrap of mooring chain from Tegwen's anchor but it took a super hero effort and was touch and go to the end.
Much relieved and all very grateful to Webby for his efforts, we tidied up Tegwen for our departure later that night. The evening forecast confirmed a suitable window that would get us to Lady Barron at the southern end of Flinders Island in daylight hours.