I enjoyed today immensely. Something about photographing this stone tower excited the little child in me. From whatever angle and whatever vegetation was surrounding the tower, I couldn’t help myself and took many many photos. Cutting the numbers down to these few was traumatic, but necessary for your sanity.

The tower was used from 1848 to 1850, they went broke. It was indeed necessary for spotting the whales as they migrated northwards. It was a different time and colonists were only trying to survive with the resources that were available to them. Sad, but realistic for the time.

Remnants of the summer fires of 2019. This sign is warped and buckled from the heat. A timber lookout is completely burnt out with only the steel frame remaining.

More bays of beauty. The rocks here are different in their colouring as are the banks and sheer cliffs. They appear to be crumbling at an advanced rate, perhaps this is something to do with the fires as well. A deep maroon colour blankets this area.

Liar liar pants on fire. Wow, what a song. Walking up to the bin I hear around 20 different birds singing wonderful tunes. But all of them were sharing the mic, one at a time. The Lyrebird is unbelievably skilled at everyone else’s songs. I wonder what his actually is? Cool drag costume as well.

Mandy is progressing well on the uke. Won’t be long until we smash Eurovision. Bring it on!

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The light to light walk is 31km of mostly flat,easy trails. It follows the coast and meanders inland through light & heavily wooded areas, sparse regrowth plains, young and old growth forests and lightly vegetated sand dunes. Jumping across a few creek crossings on the well-placed garnet outcrops, eventually brings you from the tower at Boyd to the Green Cape Lighthouse

Wondering around the lighthouse for an hour or so allowed us the luxury of not only admiring the obvious beauty of the area, we were also privileged to be at the right place at the right time. Wildlife surrounded our corner of the earth at that moment and they all came out to say hello. A wombat, significantly larger that those in Tasmania, continued snoozing at his burrows entrance. That was until he spotted me sneaking up on him for a photo. Then he sprung into action, something Steven Seagal would have been proud of, and launched himself to the safety of his burrow.

Mandy calls out that there are seals off the point and as we were admiring them, a pod of dolphins crest the Cape and skilfully dodge the rocky outcrops on their way. Watching them surf the incoming waves on the southern part of their journey was blissful.

I loved seeing the difference of technology here. The original lighthouse still stands, however it is not used. The new one behind is somewhat boring to us, but not to the passing sailors. Solar cells aplenty and an automated weather station now stands, where it was once the job of a team of people to maintain this lighthouse and the weather reporting responsibilities.

It is cold, time for a fire.