Category: SA

Freedom Camp, SA2 Comments

Kingston S. E. RV Park

Itching for Hitching

Kingston S.E RV park on South Australia’s Limestone Coast is one of those well-situated parks on the foreshore overlooking the sea. There’s no need to unhitch as it’s only a short walk from the main shops. The camp ground is a large grassy area behind a white sandy beach with a toilet block. Opposite is a long jetty, Marine Parade’s stand of tall Norfolk pines and a fishmonger. There is a 48hour limit. Kingston S.E? Well the ‘South East’ differentiates it from South Australia’s other Kingston on the Murray River.   Advertisements Continue reading Kingston S. E. RV Park

SA, The Pubs3 Comments

Caledonian Inn

Itching for Hitching

March 2018, Robe, SA Late in the afternoon I pop into the Caledonian Inn (1858) to pick up a crisp white for dinner. We’ve eaten at this pub many times over the years. We’ve even stayed in what I call their ‘Rooms in the dunes’ cottages that back onto the beach overlooking Guichen Bay. “Lovely day” I say to the young assistant. “It’s a real pearler isn’t it?” She says. You’ve just gotta love The Cally. Continue reading Caledonian Inn

Point of Interest, SA7 Comments

Martindale Hall

Itching for Hitching

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. Continue reading Martindale Hall

Places, SA1 Comment

Beachcombing at Robe

Itching for Hitching

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