|In good company|
It’s not every day that we share an anchorage with a Tall Ship. The Picton Castle showed up one morning and we admired it from our cockpit. To my amusement, Rick pointed out, “You know, Nyon is older than that ship…” We had anchored off Roberton Island the day before: the wind had veered to the north and our little hideaway anchorage just south of there had become uncomfortable. It’s a good thing we did; the north-easterly wind reached 35 knots within the hour. We dug our anchor in and burrowed in the cabin, working on boat chores. It was a second cup of coffee kind of day. Eventually the wind died down, and by the next day, a mild, slightly overcast morning that cleared to blue skies by the afternoon greeted us. We went ashore fairly early that second day, a good time to explore this island. It tends to attract tourists in various floating devices later in the day.
|Can you see me? Can you see me?|
Rick recently downloaded an Iphone application that describes some of New Zealand’s fauna, we’ve been having fun reading about all the various birds we see around here, including listening to sound bites of their calls. We’ve gotten as curious about local birds as we are about the fish varieties whose paths we’ve crossed under water. The dotterel is a quirky bird that runs around the beach. They are almost like a mechanized toy that stops and starts abruptly. We had read they kept their eggs buried in beaches and if they chase you or even “act” injured while coming toward you, you should carefully walk away. It means they are guarding their young. We found it hard to track their movements from a distance, they are quick and camouflage easily among the pebbles. We’ve also been observing black oystercatchers with their long orange-red beaks, squeaking as they forage for food. And when we hiked to the viewpoint, we observed a few more varieties of birds, including the fantail (piwakawaka in Maori), a bird that well, fans out its tail. It allows it to quickly twist and turn to catch insects while in flight. Those little birds are difficult to catch with a camera.
|Oystercatcher looking for a little variety|
|Soaking in the island|
After our forays ashore, we continued ticking boat chores of our to-do list until the yacht Leletty arrived in the bay. Jean and Stephanie are a French couple we met a couple times throughout the Pacific. They came by our boat to invite us to go mussel harvesting. I jumped at the chance, while Rick chose to continue puttering aboard. Now I can say I know where to look for the delicious green-lipped mussels of New Zealand. We had fun negotiating the swell and jagged rocks jumping off and on the dinghy, Stephanie and I ended up collecting mussels while Jean explored about in the dinghy. That was my first time “hunting” mussels as Rick likes to call it. Acquaintances that have lived here for the past year pointed out on a chart where to dive for scallops, I showed the location to the Leletty crew as we went by it. I was glad when they decided to go get some after inviting us for a mussel dinner. The wimps on Nyon aren’t quite ready to dive in the cold (to us) New Zealand waters. They found scallops and we didn’t have to get wet! Needless to say, we had a great feast that night.
|Crazy for NZ|
|Happy campers, err, sailors|
It turns out that we liked Roberton Island too. Only a few dozen more anchorages to go.