Hot dog. Hot everybody, actually. It was in the high 90’s over the weekend. Beach and pole-ward seemed the best direction.
Luna decided to dip all twenty-two toes.
This is where coal was loaded onto boats from the convict era coal mines on the Tasman Peninsula (in the far southeast of the state).
Luna seemed unimpressed by the historic aspects and more concerned with current events, like bryophytes that squirt when you step on them.
