Penguin is a quaint seaside town, a scenic 15 minute drive from our house. It was first settled in 1861 and named for the little penguin rookeries along the coast. The Big Penguin was born in 1975 to commemorate the centenary of the naming of the town. There always seems to be a seagull on its head!
The rubbish bins around town represent cement penguins and this handsome fella stands outside the Tourist Information Centre.
The main road hugs the panoramic Penguin Beach
and lunch at 52 Main was a must when visiting the town.
A glass of wine, magnificent views and excellent food. The lamb sliders were amazing.
Sadly, 52 Main closed its doors a few months ago, they are greatly missed. The Uniting Church is an impressive Federation Gothic building, opened in 1903.
At the western end of town in the lovely bay of Johnson’s Beach.
When my sister was here on holiday, we spent some time wandering the shore marvelling at the myriad colours in the rocks.
No-one told these guys a “shag on a rock” was supposed to be on his own
but this limpet had the right idea.
Some of the flotsam was quite delicate
and the sand patterns left by the ebb & flow of the tide were fascinating.
You can see where the worms and seagulls have been.
We returned to Johnson’s Beach later in the holiday
and the rock formations mesmerised us yet again.
I think this is one of the most beautiful photos I have ever seen, stunning in its simplicity.
Unfortunately, I can’t take credit for this one, it is my sister’s masterpiece.
Wow, those rocks are beautiful and the patterns in the sand look like trees – amazing !
Apparently, the rocks are Jasper, the colours are extraordinary.
Lovely area and great photos. X
Penguin is a gorgeous town, shame about 52 Main closing.