The inhabitants of GG awoke around 6.30am after a fantastic slumber. I headed off for a walk and jog, while the ladies had a lie in. I headed south west on a track outside the caravan park, past the golf course then through a bush track before hitting the beach. A serene scenic solo soirée that provided a plethora of photographic perspectives of ‘The Nut’.

After breakfast we left for the Edge of the World. Who would have thought the The Edge of the World was located in Arthur River, Tasmania! The Edge of the World was a beautiful, yet savage location. The waves continuously crashed ferociously against the coast, scarred with a bronzed hue. The shoreline, a graveyard of driftwood. The poem  by Brian Inner at the Edge of the World immortalised in a plaque beautifully depicts the experience:

“I cast my pebble onto the shore of Eternity.
To be washed by the Ocean of time.
Is has shape, form and substance.
It is me.
One day, I will be no more.
But my pebble will remain here.
On the shore of eternity.
Mute witness from the aeons.
That today I came and stood at the edge of the world.”

We departed the edge of the world for civilisation. Next stop, Smithton – for a decent cup of coffee and to buy some shoes for Ava, as she was complaining that her toes were sticking out of her current pair of crocs. Success on both fronts. Coffee. Tick, Croc (equivalents). Tick. With time up our sleeve, we amended our plan and headed to Trowutta Arch. Being a fun guy that I am, we were not disappointed by the many different species of fungi, ferns and the naturally occurring arch and sink holes. Danielle described the red fungi’s reminiscent of the flora from the movie, Avatar. A great movie – hard to believe it is almost 10 years old! On the way through to the arch, it was a little shocking to see the significant amount of trees that were felled for timber. While the trees were presumably grown in plantation, it was still a disturbing site that shocked Ava. After a picnic lunch in the forest, we headed back to Stanley for an afternoon of rest and relaxation.

The girls grouped together, playing catch and Cluedo while I enacted my role as ‘hunter’ of our tribe decided seafood was on the menu, so headed out with my trusty rod to feed the family. After two relaxing hours sitting by the seaside, catching two small unrecognisable species of fish, I decided that I shouldn’t return to the campsite empty handed, so bought some oysters to have with a Chardonnay from Adelaide Hills. Yum on both accounts!

On the menu this evening were store bought chicken sausages for the girls (with veggies), while the adults would dine on some home made beef sausages that a good friend Gideon and I had made a few weeks back. Home made snags with a bottle of Zinfandel is the plan followed by a walk to see the penguins later this evening.

Good night all.