We stopped for a while at an abandoned farmhouse. Robey's Farm house was abandoned in the 1960's. From then on we paddled along the cliffs at Cape Peron. We had no difficulty cruising between the rocky butresses at the southern end of the island.
 | The coastline here is composed of igneous rocks with tall, angular columns fingering the sky. The early morning summer sun warmed us as we paddled beneath these towering ramparts. |
 | The conditions were so calm that we could creep along the rocky flanks of the island with ease. Although we had been along this coast a number of times it is always different. This time we could really explore in close. |
 | The columnar jointing in the rocks in this part of the island produced tall, narrow caves. we passed a few of these before deciding to investigate closer. It always pays to sit and watch for a while before entering sea caves. Despite the calm conditions "rogue" waves do occur. |
 | After a suitable time Laurie backed into one of the larger caves. Toby and I nosed into the cave in the double, to take some video. The dark waters rose and fell, magnified by the confined space. |
 | The air was heavy with the strong aroma of bullkelp and the gurgle of water, ever on the move. Purple encrustations lined the lower parts of the cave. It was dank and gloomy inside the cave, only a narrow shaft of light illuminated the far wall. |
 | Daring to look upwards, the cathedral like roof was meters above our heads. As we slowly backed out of the cave into the warm sun, the cave seemed to close behind us. |
 | As we paddled along the southern shore of the island the rocks changed to red granite. At Barren Head we turned north into Haunted Bay. |
 | We found a short cut through the rocky point. A narrow crevice between the massive rocks gave us just enough space to paddle through, one at a time. |
 | It was now about lunch time so we decided to paddle into the head of the bay. The steep granite cliffs offered plenty of protection and the inlet was an ideal place to stop. |