From our accommodation in the Freycinet National Park, we drove to the tiny township of Coles Bay. Time and again we looked back to the mountain-littered skyline in the distance and, for a while, we sat and marvelled at the crispness of the morning and the drama of the landscape. Below where we rested, a cluster of kayakers set out for a paddle.
Orange coloured lichen covered many rocks. In the distance we spotted the cruiser which would take us out to sea and around the Peninsula.
The rippling on the water was defined by the sunlight. Playful. Placid.
After filling in time and genuinely loving the early morning, we headed off to board a Cruiser.