While I was in Tasmania, we spent one day at Lullworth, a small beach "town" on the northern coast of the state. I say "town" because it is really just a grouping of "shacks" with no businesses (no stores, no restaurants, etc.). And I say "shacks" because all beach homes or second homes are called shacks there, regardless of size. You can have a million-dollar shack on the shore, or you can have a run-down shack, or you can have a nice, but typical shack by the beach (which is where we were -- at Rob's parents' shack). We spent a day there in beautiful weather. The beach was a bit cool due to the breeze, so we didn't venture into the water (although a few other people were in the water -- and the dogs enjoyed splashing in it as well).
The water, which was visible from the house, was incredibly blue and beautiful. I wish I could reproduce it perfectly; I'm sure these pictures won't do it justice. We walked along the shore at high tide, so there was less beach and more rocks. Technically, we were seeing the Bass Strait, which runs between the mainland and Tasmania.
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