Unfortunately, neither circumstance applied. The weather seemed to be closing in, there were spits of rain, and it wasn't far off dinner time. That didn't prevent the beer side of the equation kicking in, with a rather impressive Pale Ale from a boutique brewery as the aperitif, a bottle of Perry I'd picked up at Puddleduck to follow and the Pinot Noir working pretty well with both main courses.
Given the location you're not going to be rocking off down the road to a restaurant, with the closest being somewhere back near New Norfolk, so the home cooked meals are probably a matter of necessity rather than luxury. They are, however, quite toothsome and reasonably priced, as are the on-site alcohol options. If I hadn't brought my own, I would have been quite happy with the Tasmanian Pinot on offer.
With dinner done and limited options in the television department it was going to be a matter of reading or bed, so after a chapter of Clochemerle I turned in as you do after a longish day when you want to adjust the body clock to the reality of daylight saving.