WALK, EAT, SLEEP, REPEAT
Three days to experience Bruny Island’s bounty
There’s not a cloud over Cloudy Bay. The sky is a polished blue, and the surf, so often thunderous along Bruny Island’s south coast, has dulled to a whisper. At the beach’s southern end, I swim over the sandy seabed and have to remind myself I’m not here for a beach holiday. I’m here to walk, and eat.
