Saturday, 12 July 2014

The Peninsula


Mornington Peninsula
Portsea Hotel 
King Salmon
Portsea Hotel

We passed the Mornington Peninsula on our way to Phillip Island, confined in a compact car, munching on nuts, and listening to Il Divo, whilst we marvelled at the extravagant line of mansions. And, somehow, I thought of Gatsby.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
F. Scott Fitzgerald 
The Great Gatsby

J

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