Taking the Selkie out to Bald Head was a crazy idea. Old Salt tried to say something but, as usual, I ignored the fantasy that I cannot beat every windmill I tilt at. She got retired at the port marker before the channel to the Sound and I jumped into the (bigger, more powerful) Qunitrex. Later, after dropping off the journalists, the Selkie got a tow home.
The motor? She's a burster but the hull is built for a leisurely laze on millponds and rivers - not dealing with windwaves, wakes and waves. I want a boat I can take to the islands and head out into open sea without being downright terrified and bored shitless all at once. Plus, I just can't work out the trim.
But, despite abandoning the Selkie, heading out with the flotilla to protest against the mining company and the port authority dumping their crap inside King George Sound was absolutely fantastic. Roaring up over huge raves and slamming down the other side and seeing all those boats by our side heading out on a mission to Bald Head - fishing boats, dive boats, tour boats and those folk in their old plywood boats - priceless.
After trailering the boats, we headed for the lay-by on the highway, where Grievous was parked waiting for us. He had an icebox on the back of his ute and gave me a few very nice specimens of Pallinup sea mullet, bless him. It was a splendid day all round.
Peter Garrett, federal environment minister, okayed this most dodgey project on Friday.