After a beautiful morning at Freycinet we headed up the coast to Bicheno, where we spent a lot of our childhood vacations. Took the hound rock-hopping again and we and madam made a bee-line for all of the most stagnant and manky of waterholes.
The rocks are covered in a vibrant orange lichen.
Happy wet dog.
Manky slimy water with Zoe.
Finally we arrive at the last bend, where the lovely white sandy beaches of Bicheno are.
Demands for stick-throwing were made y a certain pooch. And we all dutifully obliged. Good way to clean her off in the salt water.
Local offerings. Nice type.
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