Martindale Hall

In the Clare Valley of South Australia not far the small village of Mintaro, think appealing stone buildings, autumnal vineyards of gnarly vines, long lunches and complex rieslings, is this handsome Georgian style mansion. It was built in 1879 by a sheep farmer. A 21 year old sheep farmer, Edmund Bowman. For the movie buffs Martindale Hall featured in the movie ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock’ in 1976. Advertisements Continue reading Martindale Hall

Beachcombing at Robe

March 2018 Woody leaves me to wander the beach while he fills up with fuel. The bottom step of the beach staircase has been washed away and I have no end of trouble trying to haul myself up to the first step. It’s a bugger this getting old caper. I watch four blokes fishing at the outfall bridge. They’re catching the incoming tide. Thousands of fish of all sizes from minnows upwards are swimming in yet all that these guys can catch is sea lettuce. Does it matter? No, each ‘bite’ is rewarded with shouts of jubilation. Continue reading Beachcombing at Robe

The Coorong

The drive through the Coorong is fascinating. For 140Kms there are salt pans on one side of us and the bird filled waters of the Coorong waterway on the other, a backdrop of dunes holds the sea at bay in the distance. Ti Tree lines the road and Norfolk pines shelter small settlements. Fishing shacks are almost hidden by scrub. I can’t believe that I once thought this drive was boring with nothing to see. Now I wish that we had a camper trailer so that we could explore the narrow limestone tracks that head towards the sea. Continue reading The Coorong

Welcome back to the city

March 2018 Suffering another dose of ‘new town excitement’ we head into Adelaide CBD for a look around, a haircut and lunch. The city is busy and in search of parking we find ourselves in the hip East End. We have an entertaining lunch at East End Cellars. It is a perfect place for lunch with great decor, wine by the glass and tasting plates. The entertainment is freely provided by the passing parade of hip young folk in ill-fitting clothes which leave us guessing as to their gender. I’m still wondering why a woman would buy a pair of … Continue reading Welcome back to the city