En route we passed signs noting the occurrence of the now rare Bristlebird, which made me think how the shy birds had a tough choice between avoiding gunnery practice and being blown up or chancing it and putting up with the risks for the chance to avoid School Holidays and the hordes of kids in their habitat.
The Lighthouse dates from 1898, has a lick of new paint, and looks splendid although it has given way to a solar-powered version.
On the way back, we dodged potholes to get to Honeymoon Beach, an enchanting forested, sandy bay tucked in between fissured rocks looking like diced crumpets.


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