Once I left the Tasman Island lighthouse I meandered over to a nearby brick outbuilding, generally sniffed around it, moved across to an outdoor storage area, and then stood and studied the bushes and plant in the no go zone beyond.
I am not good with the names of native plants so I stood hunting in my very full brain trying to guess what I was looking at. From the air the vegetation had seemed meagre, low level, and comparatively open. On the ground this was clearly not the case.
I ambled over to the main old caretaker’s house near the lighthouse.
Wandered through. The copper basin reminded me of the copper trough (known as ‘the copper’) that my Sutton St house had when I moved there as a young child. I know Dad removed it some years later.