Moody clouds brighten the red-orange rocks on the coast. The chilly water and gusty wind heightens the sense of relentless forces wrought on the exposed land here. Rugged remaining rocks stand in defiance of those forces, but only the brutally tough skeletal have the mettle to withstand, and they really have been stripped to the bone.
We clamber to the top of Castle Rock and look over the bay, the wind sweeps through the rocks and birds soar above us.
Then we head to the scrub around Shelley Cove, framing the bright water with dark trees. And then onto Cape Naturaliste and the lighthouse there – here the exposure to wind keep all but the toughest scrub lands low and sleek on the rolling terrain.
Tomorrow is wine time!
