Blogs from Elliston, Eyre Peninsula, South Australia, Australia, Oceania

Moving on… Port Broughton is an old favourite, and we felt we were in familiar surrounds when we arrived at the caravan park. The trip westward across Yorke Peninsula was short (about 120 kms), but it was enough to give Geoff apoplexy – 24.8 lts/100kms was the best we could do against the wind (read - cyclone). Thankfully the wind abated (mostly) and it was relatively pleasant on the west coast. Geoff and Marg got the fishing gear out and walked down to the local pier to catch a feed for dinner… it was a good thing that we emptied the wallet at the Port Victoria fish shop, as the fish were not biting where Geoff and Marg were. They were biting 50 metres closer to the beach from where G had picked, but what a ... read more

From time to time you come across something that demands its own blog. Bob and Jacquie Hayter told us about Elliston and so we decided to spend a couple of nights. Quite spectacular, and somewhat unique, is the cliff top tourist drive where there are quirky statues/displays on permanent display. Apparently the town runs a festival every two years that feature a statue competition on the tourist drive. This blog is really a set of photos to look at as each one tells its own story. However, there is a little fishing story as well. In short, Rhonda came fishing too! And what’s more, she bagged her first salmon . In order to make her capture, we had to climb down 283 steps at Locks Well. Much harder coming back up! Great spot for fishing and ... read more

DAY 154 It was a clear and very cold night, we awoke this morning with a heavy dew on the tent, and you could see the droplets clearly sitting on the canvas as we were lying in bed. With the shutters open we allowed the sun to stream in and warm our space. Our “Noisy” neighbours had not surfaced as early as we expected there was no sound from them and neither could we hear their generator. However we could hear a few muffled voices from Mark and the kids in their swags just a short distance from us. Andy looked out the window and chuckled, he said all he could see where four faces poking out of the tops of the swags, and they looked like Caterpillars. Andy hopped out of bed and on went ... read more