The sound of silence
Freycinet Peninsula, Tasmania, Australia
The aptly named Wine柞lass Bay, on Tasmania𠏋 east coast, forms one side of a narrow isthmus of white sand that curves as elegantly as its name毗ake the smooth side of a wineglass. Lying within a national park, the beach can only be reached by a vigorous, one-hour bush hike from Freycinet Bay. Sweat-soaked, you burst from the thick shrubbery onto the powder sands and, ditching your pack, plunge straight into the cool, crunching shorebreak waves.
Above the beach looms a 375 million-year殃ld granite massif known ominously as The Haz柑rds. Its weathered, 300m peaks look like an Ayers Rock that has be柚ome tired of life in the parched Cutback, and gone walkabout for a refreshing holiday by the sea.
The prevailing silence of Wineglass Bay is counter pointed by odd, ambient noises, barely distinguishable at first, but increasingly audible as you listen for them: trekkers greedily guzzling at water bottles, the buzzing of bush flies that seems as loud as helicopters, the musical burble of currawong birds and, of course, that ever-sighing shorebreak. And just when you𠆫e sure you have the beach to yourself, indo柝ent little Bennett𠏋 wallabies invite them毗elves to lunch on your spare sandwiches.
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