6.30am, Freycinet Peninsula, North Eastern Tasmania. Alec and I leave Mel sleeping, put our coats and pants on over our pyjamas, and run down to the beach to watch the sun rise over the bay.
...in fact, sometimes I'm not sure about you.
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