Wednesday 11th March 2015
Burra to Port Augusta
We breakfast in the sun, the sheep look like brown balls on the yellow hillsides. Burra is an historic copper mining town and is in heritage condition. There are lots of stone buildings and tiny bridges over the many creeks (or is it just one very windy creek). The grassy market square denotes the centre of town, apparently this is where the bullocks used to wait for their loads. Locals sit under shaded verandas drinking coffee and chatting. The footpaths are made of slate. This is Woody’s family heartland as his Great Great Grandfather Frank ran a coaching business in nearby Kapunda and brother Nick also a coachman ran a hotel in Burra. I search the cemetery and find the family graves. We also find the now heritage listed Smelter’s Arms Hotel.
We wind off through the hills to Port Pirie and cruise into a very breezy Port Augusta at lunch time. Only to find that in my somewhat hungover state I have left the fridge turned off, the roof hatch open and the water pump on. These are all designated ‘pink’ jobs so I can’t blame anyone else. I doubt I’ll live it down.