Far, far away on the magical island of Tasmania is a secluded fishing hamlet. Not so much a hamlet, more a collection of historic shacks on the water’s edge. It’s beautiful beyond belief. That’s why it’s a world heritage area. It’s just where I crave to be right now. I want to ignore that it’s Monday. I want to escape to a simple shack, curl up before the fire with a book and wonder what sort of fish you’re going to catch for dinner. Yes there’s room for one more. You can fish can’t you? The name of this magical getaway? Captains Rest.