In historic Burra, SA our caravans back onto the Burra creek in the little caravan park. Ducks wander the park and swim noisily about in the creek below. A small bridge leads to the heart of this charming heritage town with its vine clad verandas and flagstone footpaths. Perhaps we’re biased as Woody’s ancestors settled here back in the 1850’s but we can almost sense their presence, it is a town that is easy to be captivated by.
The Caravan Park manager is a bit of a character and he tells us where to park our vans and asks us to pay his wife when she “gets back from the pub”. As she zips back and forth often throughout the day we’re not quite sure if she works there or drinks there.