This is a crazy place: a crazy yacht club; crazy signposts, crazy people (maybe), and crazy beautiful. Its a real favourite already and probably going to stay that way.
After having to can a planned stop at Lady Musgrave, we took an unplanned stop instead at Middle Percy Island. Only accessible by boat, we were not alone but didn’t care. Arriving at sunset, we managed our second swim of the trip and probably about our second shower too!!
As the morning (bird) chorus got going, so did we. Taking the tender to shore the first thing you are magnetically drawn to is a fascinating structure dubbed the Middle Percy Yacht Club - a Robinson Crusoe like affair where there must be a buoy, or flag, sign or piece of equipment from virtually every boat that’s ever landed there. It’s an absolutely fascinating time waster.
Matt had sailed here in his youth and knew there was a homestead somewhere so we took to the track we could see and began our ascent through beautiful forest, complemented by plenty of kangaroos, wallabies, wild goats, parakeets and cockatoos. With the aid of amusing signposting, we eventually found our way to the Homestead, where an eccentric older English couple live. Only the wife appeared, alongside the welcoming party of goats and peacocks and dogs, in her mildly tatty clothes – and gave us a run-down on the more recent history of the island and ownership. It seems there’s been plenty of drama, but here they live and eke out a survival.
Unfortunately by the time we got back to the beach it was dead low tide and we couldn’t go exploring in the tender up the lagoon as planned. A real shame as apparently at high tide it’s just beautiful. Matthew Flinders inscription on a nearby rock indicates that “it is one of the prettiest places he’s ever seen.” However, it was still beautiful at low tide and the beach and swimming more than made up for it!
Onward to the Whitsundays!