This 9 hole course no longer operates since the mine closure.
It was bought by artists who have a gallery and chalets.
First we had a lift from Ken from the Portside Links Gallery. We'd walked past his gate 5 minutes before and he was just making a run up to the intersection to put his 'Open' signage out. Once on the main Grassy to Currie Road we had a ride from Rob and Bob. Everyone we spoke to subsequently, all knew Ken and in particular Rob and Bob in their little green car from the Grassy Garage. With such a small Island population we shouldn't have been surprised that everyone knew everyone else, what car they drove and when they'd likely be out and about!
Once we reached Currie we struck out for a look at the lighthouse and harbour. Make no mistake, it was 'no-brainer' to develop the Harbour at Grassy - the entry to Currie is a shocker. The locals all said that yachts never go in there. Some Cruising books have written it up as a possibility. We can only conclude from what we've seen that in and Easterly and on a blue moon, just perhaps you could brave it. It's not an all weather bailout.
The Currie Museum
Barrel of a cannon, sea anchors etc at the door to the museum.
Walkway on the approach to the lighthouse with fact boards.
Many detailing dreadful shipwrecks
Not much shelter here.
The support pillar is stone.
The entrance to Currie harbour.
From here it doesn't look too bad but don't be fooled.
A very tight entry
The Bloke lining up with the leads.
What the Bloke saw.
Parking controls gone mad. They'll be wanting traffic lights next!
We grabbed a few groceries in town and continued the hitchhiking. We were on a mission to get to the fabled King Island Dairy. A father and son from Baldricks Transport, a local trucking company, dropped us off and gave us a pen with their mobile number on it in case we needed a ride back. So very kind
Thumbs out for a ride home and thumbs up for the King Island Dairy in the background.
With such a full day, we thought we'd top it off with a visit to the art gallery/tearooms.
The puppy pew at the gallery.
High and dry.
A folly suspended from an overhang.
The scales don't lie!
A sign from above said "Back to the boat"!
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