The Gentleman Halt At Spencer

Day 3 of our four day paddling trip on the Hawkesbury River.

We get off early today as we this is the longest leg of our trip and we are going against the tide. The weather report indicated rain later on.

A beach is worth a stop on, especially when there are so few of them. Often it is a thin veneer over soft viscous mud - a very pleasant feeling as it oozes between your toes.

There was hardly a ripple on the water and only the occasional fishing vessel nearer to Spencer. Monday sees all the recreational boats anchored or garaged whilst everyone is at work.

There was not much in the way of beaches to stop at so we opportuned ourselves upon the private pontoons along the way when rests were needed.

I can appreciate the beauty and song of birds, but needed an expert for the one in the photo's identification. This lovely animal flitting in the mangroves is an azure kingfisher.

We arrive at Spencer at around 1pm with the intent to stock up and perhaps get a coffee before camping at Gentleman's Halt:
famous because Governor Phillip camped there in 1789 when he explored the Hawkesbury river.

The burgers were delicious at the store. Apparently people travel out of their way to eat here. The store manager being a country bloke at heart had plenty a conversation available to keep us occupied whilst waiting for our food.

I looked at the sky and suggested to Livio that we stay at the caravan park. Our host Donna offered us the bunk house for $25 per head and we readily agreed. The heavens justified that decision with a massive cloud burst just as we unloaded the kayaks. No gentleman this time were going to camp on the shores over yonder today.

The bunk house served its purpose and even better as we were the only two. It had a stove and fridge so we could drum up a good meal. A television was available but useless in the driving rain.