World's end here...

The day I travelled here I went to World’s End, a gate on the way to a prosecution for trespass. I decided to go here, Point Inspiration, thinking the view from the top of the range would be worth it. However, when I arrived I found this. The tree that shelters this piece of hagiography is the ubiquitous E. Camaldulensis, red gum, but not the strong trunked river species but a pathetic, almost mallee, like version. What this is here for escapes immediate inspection. The plaster saints are behind a fence, in a plastic tank cut open so we can see them, but shelters the figures from the sun and rain.

The female is submissive:
The male is dominant. Maybe something to do with politics in the area.
The view from the point is sublime. Our plaster saints aren’t interested, they are concerned with their domesticity.