At last. A kangaroo close up. A wild one. Pretty tame though. In the back yard of the house I’m staying in down in Jervis Bay. Hundred miles or so south of Sydney. Incidentally, this is a young marsupial. A mature one of the red variety can stand at over six feet tall.
Around the Bay with Bruce from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Introducing Bruce. Ken’s guide around Jervis Bay. No payments have been made. Watch the video. It’ll make sense!
Sunset approaches near to Sanctuary Point, Jervis Bay. Hundred miles or so south of Sydney.
Hyams Beach, Jervis Bay. Hundred miles or so south of Sydney. Claims to have the whitest sand in the world. Guinness Book of Records and all that. Bit exclusive. Haunt of film stars. Millionaires. And yours truly.
Down by the water from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
A few relaxing scenes from St Georges Basin, Jervis Bay. Hundred miles or so south of Sydney.
Fruhstruck mit kangurus from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken finally encounters some kangaroos. Close up. Eventually. Needed a bit of encouragement. His breakfast. Fruhstruck in German.
Stingray! from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Yep. It really is that big. Rather graceful. But best to keep clear of the barb at the back.
Whale watching from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Footage remarkable for one thing. About as convincing as a non-aggression pact with the Germans. Best watched using binoculars. Close up.
I’d met up again with Debbie and Steve, friends I’d stayed with a few days earlier back in Sydney’s southern suburbs. This time at their weekend retreat at Sanctuary Point in Jervis Bay. Progress had been better than I’d expected, which was very welcome as I’d been entrusted with the house keys. Late would be poor form.
We’d spent the weekend together, exploring the curiosity that is Jervis Bay. For it forms part of Australia’s smallest State, the Australian Capital Territory, known as ACT. I’d thought the Territory comprised of just Canberra, a few hundred kilometres inland. Unaware of its satellite on the coast. You’d hardly be aware of it but for the albeit low key presence of Federal rather than State Police.
They’d returned to the daily grind in Sydney whilst I’d remained to tackle some of the less exciting, but necessary, parts of the project. Preparing for the increasingly imminent on-move to Alaska. Airlines to book. Logistics to consider. Bike box to organise. Immigration requirements to satisfy. Time-consuming rather than difficult. Knew what needed to be done. Just a question of getting on with it.
