I turned right onto the road to Pumphouse Point rather than continuing on to Cynthia Bay, the main settlement at the southern end of Lake St Clair.

The discrete sign to the hotel allowed the environment to dominate.

I followed the quiet gravel road northwards.

In taking this road it is important to realise you have entered a national park, and that you need to pay for the privilege.

Before long I passed by a sewage treatment works, although one without a name or identification. A delicate odour gave notice.  I think that now I have walked passed every treatment works on the Derwent River – I am not sure if medals are given out for that sort of achievement.

Then the bush was my only companion with the Derwent River seemingly running through the trees.

Along the route, tracks of various qualities diverged to the River every few metres or so.