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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Monday 17 December 2007 (Day View)
17.12.2007 – Monday 17 December – Cygnet
- • I was woken by Bronwen wanting breakfast, and was in a bad mood for the first few hours. I drove to the south of Bruny Island, where we walked along the beach, had a look at a lighthouse, and lots of scenic craggy cliffs.
- • I drove to the ferry back to the mainland but we had just missed it, so we drove to a nearby bay for lunch and to await the next one.
- • We caught the ferry back to Kettering and drove to Cygnet, where we have pitched camp for $15 (along with a $30 key deposit, payable at the nearby hotel) at the Cygnet Caravan Park, which is basically just a grassy area adjacent but across a road from the Cygnet Hotel. We wander around Cygnet, which is eminently unexciting—a generic small town. Dinner is our traditional Bronwen Pasta, along with some wine. We’ve driven 2746 kilometres now.
- • It’s very cold, and only just starting to get dark. It has clouded over and there are a few mossies coming out. We’re putting the tarp over our damaged tent, in the gathering dark, in case it rains.