We also supped a beer at the Bruny Hotel (Australia's southern most pub) after walking around the lighthouse and then the Labatierre peninsula.
Tired legs needed a little resuscitation.
And so, on to the pictures.
Are you getting the idea that Tassie, and Bruny in particular, is a paradise of beautiful places yet?
This is the lighthouse at the bottom of Cape Bruny. Built in 1838 by convicts. A sunny day, but it was WINDY. I lost count of the number of brown dogs trailing short lengths of chain that whipped past us!
On our walk we came across another echidna who was busily digging himself down and out of our sight.
Time for a rest!
The track took us onto a couple of beaches that were just perfect examples of the sort of thing that is all too common down here - perfect beach, perfect solitude, perfect peace.
Back at the car park we found some amazingly blue/purple berries, but it was just a chance for me to get a photo of Karen. :)
We headed home, via the pub, to another pleasant evening chatting with Bob and Narelle.
Does life get any better than this?
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