After standing in the water, getting washed on the rocks and assaulted by mozzies two nights ago last night I thought I knew an even better (read extreme) place to take a photo of the sunset. The top of Mount Tomaree. About two minutes into the climb I realised I'd underestimated just how much hard work it was going to be to get to the right spot. Don't get me wrong - I like exercise. But not at dinner time. And not after going out for a long lunch. And not with a deadline of fifteen minutes because I'd been slow getting organised. By the time I got there I was puffing and wheezing so much my head was spinning but mercifully the best of the sunset is after the sun is long gone so I had time to stop and catch my breath. I love this photo - so much colour - but it also captures the joyous vibe of the bright little hamlet of Shoal Bay. It's brightness shines a hundred times more vibrantly than its pint size. Even from Mount Tomaree I could hear it rocking in its own somewhat awkward but endlessly enthusiastic eighties style.