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The Rock-itt : April 2011
Hobart to Hollywood Last issue Errol had just cleaned up Bundaberg’s local boxing champ and won the purse of five pounds. But even though five quid is a fair bit of dough for those tim es, it is soon spent and hunger once again becomes the bad taste of the month. The people of Bundaberg, like the majority of most Aussies, were a good hearted lot and soon food hampers begin to arrive much to the surprise of Errol and the crew. Apparently they had asked for credit on a watch for some food at the local store and from there word had spread that the young chaps on the big yacht were in need of some help. Rex had also taken up with a barmaid from the Ocean Front Hotel and as we know by now, Rex was quite a Casanova and a likable chap so from then on Errol and the crew never went hungry again. As a matter of fact, the towns people really took them into their hearts even asking if Sirocco could be flag ship for the rowing regatta, which she did, with so many officials and town dignitaries crowding onto her deck on race day that there wasn’t an inch of space to spare. Finally the time had arrived to leave Bundaberg and Errol and the crew did so with regret, having to leave so many new friends which they had made in their short stop over there. Now with a light so’ easterly and a tight set of sails, Sirocco hurried along over the smooth green brine, hardly making a ripple as she nosed north toward the seaside town of Gladstone. Evidence that they were moving into the Great Barrier Reef began to appear with small cays showing on the horizon off the starboard bow and white crested waves breaking over shallow reefs. Sirocco stopped only briefly at Gladstone before sailing onto Rock Hampton further north. During their stop over, Errol and the crew met the lighthouse keeper at the local watering . She was a real one of and this is how Errol described her: The Town is chiefly remarkable for its unique lighthouse keeper who, contrary to all precedent, is a woman, affectionately and widely known as..... “The Captain”. She is old and bent and incredibly wrinkled, and has a fine and command of sulphurous language as her father, a shellback skipper of a wool-clipper in the eighties must have once possessed. She wears an enormous pair of gum sea boots, drinks vast quantities of whiskey and beer, or when she can’t get that, methylated spirits. She emphasizes her conversation with lusty seaside oaths, and some say she can spit into a seagull’s eye at twenty yards in a strong wind. The town is rightly proud of her. They attempted again to take a short cut, this time through “The Narrows” Bund ab erg Rowing Clubho use 1930 Scull set ready to go Champion women's team Bundaberg 1930 The old Gladstone lighthouse