The Movers

At 8am, a wide barge appeared at the mouth of our bay, and chugged up the channel to our deck. On board were four men and a dog. The barge moored up at the end of our jetty and the boys loaded on our possessions in a matter of minutes, before they lost the tide - a window of some 20 minutes.

Once loaded, it moved out of the bay as fast as it came, on its way to cargo jetty, at Church Point where it was to meet a truck. I watched my possessions piled high, hoping that the wind wouldn't pick up as the boat went around the corner, which is often the case.

Possibly the most bizarre move I've ever done, but certainly the easiest and a lot easier on my knees than carrying up boxes 127 steps through brush turkey decorated steps.