Victoria – cooler than Burgundy?

I’m hunched into a thin cotton cardigan, face into an icy wind, leaning into the single slice of sunshine on the ferry deck as it chugs across The Rip. Port Phillip Bay is 360°-wide, silver-navy blue. My hands are purple with cold. It’s just past 10 am on 29 January 2025 and we’re watching Sorrento, followed by the thin slip of glass-house-sculpted Portsea peninsula, shave past us on the left as we head...