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Returning to Launceston for the evening, then rising again to start the next long day, which ended on the west coast in darkness at Strahan, blanketed in frost.

But the first stop was north-west at Latrobe to try to eye a platypus. They are elusive — notoriously shy — and the lake by the local visitor centre yielded no results, although it was pretty.

Following a hint, an hour of silence and careful treading along the muddy banks of the Mersey River rewarded us with a sighting. They are slippery through the water, wriggling about, gliding and and then vanishing as quickly as they appear. Almost invisible if not for the ripples around them.