Daily Photo – Cromwell

A few minutes later, I arrived in Cromwell. It had a sluggish sort of feel. The town was busier than expected, yet low mist and cloud had settled over the place, giving the day a lethargic air that residents seemed to embrace as they ambled between shops at a pace suggesting they had nowhere urgent to be. I drove through the historic precinct, where the original town once stood before the area was flooded and most of its historic buildings were lost forever, eventually leaving via the main bridge at a place called Dead Man’s Point. Here, I joined State Highway 8, with Lake Dunstan coming into view, and carried on towards Clyde.