Boulders Beach at low tide. So that one can leopard crawl through the secret (although not-that-secret-anymore) tunnel between two massive boulders, and emerge onto what feels like an undiscovered island paradise.
You can see the high water marks on the rocks.
The water is beautiful, and bobbing with kelp where it runs deep.
The penguins are unflappable professionals.
Some, quite in love.
Small cool bag = ice for gins and tonics. A ritual. We could have stayed all day.
The other tourists, the ones who have not found the tunnel in the rocks. They are looking at the main penguin beach, where humans are not allowed.
I like ours best.