Sometimes you just have to visit somewhere because it’s got a funny name, and Australia is certainly providing that, today was Hat Head National Park, a little rocky outcrop that didn’t look like a hat to me, but as always my hat was on, so I had a hat head. The drive to the park was the best bit, turning off the highway, the road wound through lush flat green land, with a huge river to one side, it was like driving through the Cotswolds. As abruptly, the landscape changed back to the more familiar sand dunes and endless stretches of beaches!
To get a better look at said beaches, the lighthouse at Cape Smoky (named by Captain Cook as he passed in 1770, because the forest was on fire – there’s no magic to this naming malarkey!) provided excellent views, along with our first sighting of a wild kangaroo!