Broken Bay

At last, for the first time for a couple of weeks we had wind - from the south. It came with a front passing through so we also had a day and night of rain, and a damp overcast trip up the coast to Broken Bay. Only about 15 miles up the coast, so we arrived in time for a late lunch of the small tuna we had caught en route. Broken Bay, as you can probably see on Google Earth, is a huge area of long narrow arms of water, much of which is in the Kuringai Chase national park, and looks from the water much as the original explorers must have found it. Steep rocky banks all around. In those days there was a considerable population of Aboriginees, and as in other places they either killed them or indirectly killed them with their imported diseases. These days the only traces of them are rock engravings, middens, and rock shelters. We spent a few days exploring the bay - very conveniently there are free national park moorings in many of the isolated little inlets. Just as well as the narrow fingers of water are surprisingly deep. I was keen to re-visit Bobbin Head, not far from the hospital I worked in in the 70's, and remembered as a beautiful spot. It still is, and although probably very busy in season, at this time of year it was quiet and empty and we had a lovely walk along a boardwalk through the mangroves, and along a path beside a tidal creek rather reminiscent of parts of Cornwall.