Awoke this morning , turned and looked straight out onto the sunrise's colours reflecting off the ocean waters. What better way to start the day!In the early morning we steered our way to Inskip Island and once anchored, set off for the beach in the' Tinnie' our small outboard motor boat.
I had my first meeting with squeaky sand so called because being totally devoid of shell material, when you stand on it, the escaping air produces a humorous squeaking noise. The beach came in a series of golden and silver hues and was devoid of people but not empty of sound as we listened to the squawks of hundreds of wild parrots in the scrub land adjoining the beach.
It had taken 2 trips to get most of us onto the island and during our exploring the tide had dropped. This meant the tinnie struggled to get its first passenger cargo back to the Jabiru with three of us pushing it, for a time, along the sea bottom before the water was deep enough for us to launch . The second trip however fared even worse and ended up with everyone from the beach having to swim out to the small motorboat whilst those aboard the Jabiru enjoyed the spectacle.
Grant /Captain Ahab, whilst we had been ashore had managed to land himself two prize fish which he proudly displayed to all and sundry, showing us the size of his catch by holding them glistening in the sunlight. It was only when I pointed out that one of them was indeed a poisonous Giant Toadfish that he finally released his hard earned treasure displaying instantly all the symptoms of the venom associated with eating this puffer fish . Despite this the other catch proved to be edible, a Sandy Flathead which I gutted and John barbecued for us all to sample that evening.
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