Overlooking Bass Strait… views to gush over.
Even the next day in the rain.
Night before – spent one and three quarter hours at dusk waiting for fairy penguins to emerge from the Strait and all we got were penguin tracks. C’est la vie.
So we settled for this instead.
Irrigation dams. (Don’t ask. It matters to us!)
The essence of Georgian Tasmania.
*Pootling: pootle [ˈpuːtəl] vb