This morning we used our legs for a change and went for a pleasant walk in the rocky Mandu Mandu gorge. I was a bit bleached by then and was finding the sunlight, wind and salt had combined to me being tired and inclined to want to lie about and read.
Mandu Mandu gorge is worth walking up, you can do the ridge walk along one side then wander back down the dry river bed full of washed pebbles. The contrast between the rough, red walls and the smooth, white pebbles is quite something.

We lunched at Turquoise Bay and then split, with Z. and S. choosing to do one last paddle at Mangrove Bay (the real one, which has a bird hide, inquisitive turtles and many stingrays) turns out we missed it by not quite heading around the point. Oh well, we pulled in somewhere very convenient for getting the boats to the cars; J., J. and M. snorkelling at Turquoise and then Oyster Stacks; and me happily alternating between napping and knitting.
Back at camp we put everything into a mishmash dinner, spotted shooting stars, and glowed with the satisfaction of a week of exceptional paddling, sight-seeing and camaraderie.
Mandu Mandu gorge is worth walking up, you can do the ridge walk along one side then wander back down the dry river bed full of washed pebbles. The contrast between the rough, red walls and the smooth, white pebbles is quite something.
We lunched at Turquoise Bay and then split, with Z. and S. choosing to do one last paddle at Mangrove Bay (the real one, which has a bird hide, inquisitive turtles and many stingrays) turns out we missed it by not quite heading around the point. Oh well, we pulled in somewhere very convenient for getting the boats to the cars; J., J. and M. snorkelling at Turquoise and then Oyster Stacks; and me happily alternating between napping and knitting.
Back at camp we put everything into a mishmash dinner, spotted shooting stars, and glowed with the satisfaction of a week of exceptional paddling, sight-seeing and camaraderie.