Actually, no, we are not moving to Ceduna to buy Geoff Bett's menswear store. Rather we may move to Streaky Bay to set up a microbrewery. It needs one. Its got most of the other trappings of a good tourist town. Good caravan park with pelicans out your door, a great pub, good bakery and cafe but it needs a microbrewery. Now, I just have to learn how to make beer. It can't be that hard, can it?
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Colton Bakery. Although there is no-one
to serve you (and payment is based on
an honesty system) the service is still better
than the service at the Baker's Delight in
Hampton. |
As you may have noticed, our thoughts are starting to turn towards home - or, rather, how to avoid going back there. Alas, reality beckons and we will be back in Melbourne town on 15 December as Dad has to do a little bit of work before Christmas because the judge in one of his cases made a mistake and found for the other side. Again. Yes, judges do make lots of mistakes.
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They do look like haystacks from futher
away... |
Anyway, in Streaky Bay (named by Matty Flinders because there are streaks in the bay - I like his logic) we went to Point Labat to look at a large colony of sea lions - which you needed a pair of binoculars to actually see. We also went to the "Whistling rocks" which don't so much whistle and gush and the blowholes - which are holes but they don't really blow. At least not while we were there. We also went to see more rocks - this time called Murphy's haystacks because they look like haystacks.
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Sami the sea lion in the turquoise waters
of Memory Cove. |
We left Nana and Pa behind in Streaky Bay and went on to Coffin Bay - named by Matty Flinders again after one of his mates - Sir Isaac Coffin. Issac is pretty happy that there is a Point Isaac here. We were less enthused by the three hour 4WD trip it took to get there so let that one go. We did go to Point Lincoln and Lincoln National Park and Coffin Bay National Park. Lincoln National Park was very good. Even before we got into the park we saw emus (well spotted, Isaac!) and kangaroos and lizards. Then we got to the park and saw very little save for one exception. We went to a place called Memory Cove and guess what? It had white and and turquiose waters. So those beaches are not all in WA. However, given what we have seen in the last few months it would not have blown us away until a little sea lion turned up and had a swim up and down in the bay. Nice touch.
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Yvette showing Dad how
the washing machine works. |
On one evening we treated ourselves to a night out at the Coffin Bay Sailing Club. Fridays and Sundays they have their full menu - comprising 5 dishes (calamari, whiting, T-Bone, Rump and chicken schnitzel). Dad, rather foolishly asked at the counter if the whiting came with chips. The entirely dead pan response from the 60 year old volunteer (yes, they were volunteers) at the counter was, "Mate, everything comes with chips."
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Toilet training on the road can
be challenging. Here we are
going with the "Aim for the I"
method. |
Although the sailing club was undoubtedly gourmet, Coffin Bay is well known for its oysters so we figured we had better try them out. We even have an oyster knife. Alas, we had left behind the only members of the team who can actually open an oyster (Nana and Pa) and so Mum and Dad were left to their own devices to try to work it out. Dad favoured the hammer method, Mum was more into gentle coaxing. However, when the gentle coaxing method did not work, it became more of a stabbing approach. Anyway, we eventually opened all oysters very successfully. Has to be said, though, that Coffin Bay oysters are a lot more gritty than normal oysters.
Coffin Bay was also the site where we met the only family crazier than us - John and Katie who are going around Australia in a camper trailer wtih 4 young kids - Ethan (9), James (6), Max (4) and Alicia (10 months). Lovely family but totally nuts. As I say, compared to us, they have an extra child, are in a camper trailer (which John built himself) and have no definite plans to return. Good luck.
Dad attempted to go to church in Coffin Bay. The priest comes down the first Sunday of each month from Port Lincoln. Or, rather he is supposed to. This week, it seems he forgot. Or decided to go the sailing club instead. We never did find out.
We are now off to Adelaide via Port Augusta. None of the remaining members of the team have been to Adelaide before. I mean, why would you?
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