Crab pots
Friendly Marine Rescue delivering tomatoes
Glenn models for small change
local mosaic reflecting friendly community
We had already left St Helens and were well underway ,motoring through the St Georges Bay towards the notorious 'bared entrance' when the marine rescue vessel appeared to escort us, as arranged.
The five crew were waving frantically at us.
Had we forgotten to pay our bill somewhere?
Had we lost a piece of vital equipment?
Were we on fire?
I couldn't think of why the frantic crew wanted our attention, as they pulled up alongside of us in the rushing tidal waters.
An outstretched arm with a plastic bag revealed the answer.
We had apparently forgotten to take our present with us: a wonderful array of homegrown tomatoes!
Our stay in St Helens was full of such friendly incidents.
We wanted to hire a car for two days, and were able to use the "for friends only" car for two extra days without charge.
A lovely retired couple (who had lived in Narooma years ago) invited us to lunch and drove us out to their property. We admired the million dollar view, as their daughter, a chef served us our best coffee we'd had in months.
The staff at the laundromat were so welcoming and chatty that I nearly joined in to help with the ironing.
St Helens is the first town for sailors on the north east coast , and is close to the spectacular Bay of Fires. It is very pretty, but unfortunately stories of "the bar crossing" put lots of yachties off. We phoned some hours ahead of our ETA and were escorted for over an hour and then directed into a suitable marina berth by the St Helens Marine Rescue. We just can't believe the Tassie people.
Jen.
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