Cowes, Phillip Island. Much like a bare arse, this curvy smooth cream facade is pleasing to the eye, and its gentle curves naturally draw the gaze, and later the entire body, into the inviting orifice.
Once inside, it is as if you’re back in the womb. All is quiet and muted.
You can get changed, or simply sit, be soothed, and ponder existence. Personally, your correspondent chose to ponder why people pay hundreds of dollars to lie in sensory tanks for a bit of peace and quiet, when they could simply come here.
Upon leaving, it was like being born again.
Only after stepping outside of the solid, quiet walls could I hear Mrs. Borrie enquiring angrily whether this was going to take much longer. Peace and quiet ruined, it was time for a potato cake.