When one thinks of fishermen’s cottages one doesn’t think of modern waterfront homes with pleasure craft moored out front, but this is Port Lincoln, home to Australia’s largest commercial fishing fleet. Continue reading Fishermen’s Cottages
Woken by the sound of trawlers making their way out to sea I didn’t have to leave the caravan to catch the first light of sunrise. We really couldn’t complain about the view. Continue reading Sunrise Port Lincoln
We got the last two sites in the Port Lincoln Caravan Park because it’s fishing season. We’re oblivious to such details as we don’t fish! We’re wondering when it isn’t fishing season here? After all it is Australia’s largest commercial fishing port. The Bay is a bright blue in the evening light, the hills of the Lincoln National Park glow golden. Seagulls pester fishermen for scraps, a pelican waits patiently on a lamp post. A trawler plies its way across the bay heading home. Kids on bicycles scatter the plovers. The sun picks out the yellow floats of a fish … Continue reading Port Lincoln
All fueled up (with even less in the tank than last time, I might add) we drive to Port Pirie for what turns out to be a delicious lunch but now our indicators have stopped working. While Woody pops into an auto electrician a woman pulls up behind El Prado’s van and pulls out her camera. Instantly on the alert El Prado asks her what she is photographing “not you darl, the lovely old Cadillac over there” she says. Whoops, we city folk always think the worst of people. Continue reading Any Indication?
The beach at Horse Rock Camp Ground, SA is starkly beautiful and there are, what we believe to be, large razor fish shells on the beach that must be almost a foot in length. One is warned to wear shoes … Continue reading Watch your step
On the east coast of South Australia’s Eyre Peninsula, Arno Bay is set on a curve of stark white sand. A jetty extends out into Spencer Gulf. At the southern end there is an aquaculture centre and fish hatchery as this is a breeding ground for tuna and cuttlefish among other sea creatures. The sheltered caravan park fronts onto the beach and the old Arno Bay Hotel next door offers camping for RV’s as well. Out at the end of the jetty we meet a somewhat reticent man who is hauling in bright green leather jackets. We feel as though … Continue reading Arno Bay
We take a break at Cowell on the Eyre Peninsula where a Sunday market is flourishing. Although it is early morning the grand stone pubs are open for business and one pub overlooks acres of mangroves. Locals are selling olives … Continue reading Cowell
We spend a chatty happy hour with a chap who along with his wife has been on the road for a year. They are now looking for somewhere permanent to settle down as they no longer wish to return to their home in the Sydney suburb of French’s Forest. He calls it French’s Apartments. His conversation gets us thinking, if you had to choose another place to live where would it be? Then we met another chap in Streaky Bay who said that they came to Streaky Bay and never left. “It’s the community.” He said. We found that there … Continue reading Where else could you live?
The Burra Passport Tour is a wonderful concept and being able to pick and choose what historical sites to visit is a big plus. Up on the hill behind Redruth there is a small village of stone ruins known as … Continue reading Burra Passport Tour – Hampton Village
Guidebook in hand and still engrossed in the history of Burra we stop outside Smelter’s Home Hotel which for a time was operated by Woody’s ancestors in the nineteenth century. A tradesman pops out and suggests that we should meet the owner. Val is a charming lady who knows the history of the pub and of all its publicans. It is Australia’s oldest unrenovated hotel. In the early days when there was a death in the district the pub was used as a mortuary, which has to be better than using the butcher shop. Back when the miner’s dugouts in … Continue reading Burra Passport Tour – Smelter’s Home Hotel
itchingforhitching 