Why did the rock go to the beach? Because it wanted to be a little boulder!

Wandering along Frenchmans Terrace in Penneshaw, I stumbled upon a small white domed shrine perched by the sea. The serene blue waters stretched out endlessly, while the rocky shore provided a rugged contrast. The shrine's stone walls and upright stones seemed to whisper ancient tales of resilience and tranquility. It was a quiet moment of reflection amidst nature's grandeur, a perfect prelude to my day at Victor Harbor.