The next day we rode a strong NE breeze down to Orford, making quick time with little sail up. One more enjoyable BBQ ashore before heading up to Triabunna the next morning on the high tide to find berths. SBBC helped to organise berths on their jetty and the adjacent marina. That evening found us at their clubrooms with tables set for almost 100 persons. With the BYC cruisers joining them, they had organised a spit roast with copious salads etc, all for $10 per head. The turnout from club members and friends was astounding.
All the BYC members seemed to know some of the locals and conversations went on into the night. Paul and Christian gave post-dinner talks, and a vote of thanks. Social activities continued aboard vessels after closing time. It was lovely to be tied up in the heart of the town and to spend some time wandering around a place that we usually just drive past. The SBBC Lachlan Island race was held on the Sunday. Unfortunately, because it was the last weekend of the Wooden Boat festival, we all left for Hobart the next morning (Saturday). Next year, if we run a similar cruise, we will encourage BYC boats to stay until Sunday to participate in the race and the festivities afterwards.
The third cruise was held on the March long weekend. Boats made their way to Dover. The Esperance Bay Sailing Club (EBSC) has a couple of moorings there, and the KBC has one. Besides these, there is a good bottom for anchoring and lots of space. Once again, BYC members made good use of the facilities of the town for coffee, unique distilled spirits (containing native sassafras) from the Bakehouse Distillery, food etc. The EBSC have drinks at their clubhouse, conveniently located just up from the beach, on the first Friday of the month.
This was a very convivial gathering of locals and they made BYC members very welcome. A trade table was set up for local produce, such as eggs, vegetables and fruit. There are a few serious sailors down this way who have covered a lot of water in their sailing careers. It made for interesting interactions. One of the locals, knowing that we were hoping for pizzas (no longer available) organised an order of fish and chips to feed us all at $5 per head, and it was very good fish and chips. Once again Paul and Christian said a few words, with a vote of thanks to the club. It was a late night by the time we returned to our boats.