I have never seen anything in Australia to equal some sunsets that have held me spellbound in Mallacoota. Picture a perfectly still sheet of water, three or four miles in width, with a number of little islets clustered in one corner, covered by green coast currant and honeysuckle, with billowing ranges at the opposite margin; the pacific Ocean spreading its glue floor eastward, and purple hills and peaks over in the west, where the sun is radiating bands of colour towards the zenith: green, blue, vermilion and a hundred intermediate shades of rose and yellow! Slowly the gorgeous riot gives place to a harmonious arrangement of purples, hyacinths, mauves, lilacs, heliotropes and violets, all allied, but distinct, in tone shade and intensity. If you are out in a boat, you find yourself drifting over a hyacinth sea, surrounded by lilac mountains, with clouds in every shade of heliotrope drifting overhead, and so, full of wonder and appreciation, you very slowly and reverently ply the transfigured paddle with a llac blade into the violet tide.