The southern most part of Bruny Island - a dirt track runs itself steadily towards a hill before ending in a cul-de-sac. A light house can be seen at the very top and our voices are washed over by the crashing of waves and the northerly wind making itself towards the ocean. Quaint. A moment to soak in what nature has to offer.
Though the ghost tour was sub-par, there was still a sense of eerie-ness and a slight prickle on the back of the neck after finding out about the 1996 massacre at Port Arthur. The killer, Martin Bryant, went on a killing spree at the tourist attraction with 35 fatalities and 21 wounded including an entire group of tourists ready to embark on their own ghost tour that evening. What was most disturbing is the fact that he was fully aware of what he was doing. When a local radio station heard murmurs of what was happening, they had called a random phone in the area which coincidentally had Bryant pick up.. when asked what was going on, he replied ‘lots of fun’. O____________O
The world’s best oysters are to be found on Bruny Island where Tasmania’s freshest oysters are served right outside a little caravan parked within a small pocket tucked into the thin island. A little hand-written chalkboard pointing loitering drivers into the gravel driveway of the park allows you to pull over and get set up on a number of wooden benches. A dozen shucked oysters can be purchased for a mere $12. Yum!
I’m waaay off track for my project but persistence pays off! This was on the way towards the fall in Tasmania and I caught a lens flare which helped make the spectacular lighting of Mount Field National Park. Theme of the day was always going to be green having walked through this place. Gorgeous!