Lady Julia Percy Island (Victoria)
Lady Julia Percy Island, also known by its Aboriginal name Deen Maar or Dhinmar, lies 6 km off the coast of western Victoria, Australia in Bass Strait.
It is 12 km south-south-west of Yambuk, and 22 km south-west of Port Fairy. The island is about 2 km in length by 1 km in width, with an area of 1.33 km², comprising a plateau, varying in height from 32–46 m asl, surrounded by cliffs, rock platforms and reefs. It contains an important seal breeding colony. It has a long history of human exploitation, which has drastically affected its vegetation communities, though it is now protected as a State Faunal Reserve. It is listed on Australia's Register of the National Estate.
It is best viewed from The Crags or Yambuk Lake, both of which are in Yambuk.
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