A sleep in at least was something we indulged in. The Port Davey greys had well and truly set in creating an indeterminent sense of time and mood. We filled our bellies with saltana bran and milk before setting in to our individual chill time. As the neglected clock ticked away, the time soon came that the count of debris from the day before was upon us. The 3 crews got to it; washing the deck of the Celtic Rose, weighing down the tarp, and gathering the bulk bags from our 14km expedition of Stephens and Noyheener. The crew then split in to two, one on the Celtic Rose working through the larger items, and the other on Rumours tackling the dreaded micros and small rope.
Despite the drizzle and shades of grey, the spirits were at a surprisable high as this task has previously been under lights and on empty bellies.
After an hour or two of numbers and categories being all that could be heard, we came to our total. Stephens hit 6833, while Noyheener reached 9474, totalling 16,307 items for yesterday!
Although our day off had started as one would wish, it now seemed as though we were back in the swing of things. With this, delegation station was pumped up and called a clean up in Bramble Cove. The crew rallied up preparing for yet another wet landing, combined with the Davey rain. Plenty of rope dread locks, one coiled with small worms, their soft bodies braided into the decomposing rope in a strangely compelling aesthetic combination, that on closer inspection reveals the shocking legacy of toxicity as this is another moment where plastic enters the food chain. The length of the Cove was short, which thankfully made the abundance of material present manageable, albeit simultaneously overwhelming. In a short dense period of time we gathered a total of 6531 items.