As far south as you can get

A well earned sleep in and then a stroll up the road for a late breakfast at a quaint cafe saw us wander past pitureesque waterways dotted with idle yachts. We then jumped back in our wheels and headed for a discovery tour of the deep south. With ghostly twangs of banjos haunting our subconscious we drove to Dover pub for lunch. Finding it burnt down we continued to Southport to discover an idealic location with more water based vistas than you could poke a stick at. After perusing the quaint (yet somewhat silly) historic tourist railways and Luke warm thermal springs we headed north via the coastal route with visions of food blurring our thoughts. Eventually ensconsed in our abode we were blown away by the consumption of possibly the best scallop pie ever to be eaten. Now looking forward to dinner as the light slowly fades over the calm waters of Huon bay.