So when do we get to see the mountain I kept asking Ms Keller. I’d seen so many stunning images of Cradle Mountain over the years, and with the signs saying we were now in the national park where was it?

I’d have to wait until later that evening after the film festival when we drove out to Dove Lake. Boom, there it all was! The mist rolling across the glassy water, Cradle Mountain abruptly jutting into the starry sky and the iconic little boatshed on the foreshore… all just like the most absurdly perfect painting.

Yeah it was a pretty awesome weekend Tassiestyle!