It was just after five when we pulled into the oldest continuously used pilot station in Australia, in use since 1835, so we didn’t get a chance to check out the Maritime Museum’s collection.
After a walk down to the water side, it was back into the car and off towards the lighthouse, built in 1888 to replace the original structure erected by convicts in the 1830s.
From the lighthouse, there’s a view across Bass Strait, but hunger pangs were starting to set in, so we didn’t waste much time heading back to The Grove, then hoofing it a block or so to the Pier Hotel for dinner, which we started with half a dozen Oysters Kilpatrick.
Madam had been generous enough to pass me the oysters from the previous night’s seafood platter (I’d had the steak) which were quite superb au naturel. While there was nothing wrong with the Kilpatrick, in hindsight, we should have gone for the unadorned option.
Then, when we returned to the cottage, we continued the process of converting a pair of Pinot-sceptics.
That process continued once we hit the wine trail the following morning.