We woke up at Port Huon to thick fog and couldn't see the wharf anymore and the road looked a bit hazardous too. It didn't lift until mid-morning but that was okay as Sid had a broken clasp on his fridge that needed repairing before we were able to move on.
We had planned to go to Cockle Creek and camp for 3 or 4 days but we got down there and weren't very impressed. The road was corrugated and potholed and the camp sites were boggy with no views of the water. There was also lots of other vans and humungous horse-flies. We turned around and made our way back out to Southport where we had stopped on the way in.
Southport was beautiful, we stopped right on the beach, almost stepping out straight onto the white sand. Much nicer than Cockle Creek. We spent two nights there and Geoff tried his hand at fishing again. Sid caught a couple of squid and a couple of fish and Geoff caught a fish but it was too small and he didn't have a clue what it was anyway.
We are spending tonight at Franklin before heading back up towards Cambridge for Geoff to start work. Yes, he got the job. He spent some time at the Wooden Boat Building School today while Erin and I caught up on some school work. We are not too far behind though so it wasn't too bad. Geoff came back with paraphernalia for courses on boat building and a renewed energy for constructing something. Oh dear.
