We didn’t have to travel far from our little patch at Cooee to find ourselves standing on the edge of the world at Table Cape. It’s a massive, flat-topped plateau that lunges out into the Bass Strait, and even the short drive up there gives you a hint that the views are going to be something special.
The lighthouse itself is a real standout. It sits right on the verge of the cliffs, a brilliant white tower reaching up into an impossibly clear sky. Standing at the base, I felt the scale of the place; it’s a sturdy, silent sentinel that has clearly seen its fair share of wild Tasmanian weather. Lisa was busy framing up shots, and I found myself just staring up at the lantern room, wondering about the blokes who used to have to lug oil up those stairs every night.

The real magic, though, is when you turn your back to the tower and look out over the water. The height of the cape gives you a vantage point that is hard to beat. Looking back along the coastline towards the east, the water is a deep, rich blue that contrasts perfectly with the vibrant greens of the clifftop shrubs.

We spent a good while just leaning against the rail, catching the breeze and watching the distant shoreline curve away into the haze. It’s one of those spots where you don't feel the need to say much. Lisa eventually nudged me to point out the patchwork of farms inland, but my eyes kept drifting back to that horizon. There’s a real peace to be found up there, perched high above the swell, before we eventually made our way back down from the heights.







