At Port Lincoln we scoot into the Information Centre and book a tour of The Fresh Fish Place. The Fresh Fish Place is a slick operation and we see and taste freshly shucked oysters and watch whiting being filleted. Afterwards … Continue reading The Seafood Coast
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
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
Friends of ours recently bought a new caravan, which had me thinking about what one needs other than the basics listed in Caravanning, how do I get started? You know the sort of things that one really doesn’t think about, the day to day ‘setting up a holiday house’ type of stuff. Being the ‘inside things’ I like to think of them as the ‘Pink Stuff’ as they are usually the domain of us women. Caravanning readers out there, is there anything that I’ve missed that you can’t live without? Bedding Carry a full spare set of linen for the … Continue reading Vanning Essentials – The Inside Stuff
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
It’s a cool autumn morning and we have a dream run east from Kimba across to Port Augusta except for the fact that Woody said that he would fuel up in Iron Knob and guess what? There are no servos in Iron Knob, so once more we crawl along the Eyre Highway checking the DTE (Distance to Empty) versus Garmin and Google maps. With little more outside the car than saltbush to say that it’s nail biting is an understatement. To happen twice on one trip is ridiculous. Continue reading Running on empty 2
On our trip down the Eyre Peninsula we were planning on visiting Tumby Bay until Woody suddenly realises that we are low on fuel and this being Sunday it isn’t worth the risk leaving the highway (it’s sometimes easy to forget that not everyone has 24 hour trading). We press on grimly, calculating the car’s DTE, Distance To Empty versus the Kms to Arrival on the GPS. Of course, we’re punching into a head wind with the caravan on the back. I’m trying to keep our mates The Prado’s informed of our situation but can’t reach them on the CB … Continue reading Running on empty
Is there such a thing? Being retired we no longer live by clocks but Woody is a naturally early riser (a habit developed over years of being a milkman). Breakfast is not rushed but we usually find ourselves on the … Continue reading What’s a typical day on the road?
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?
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