21/10/21 Adelaide to Hahndorf

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We met a dog called Buddy. Buddy needs someone to stay with him in Adelaide while his owner is elsewhere, so starting Sunday we will hang our hats at Buddy's home for a while.

In the meantime we spent an extra day looking at Adelaide, which mainly involved more walking on the Linear  Path:

We had an exit directly from the caravan park, down the steps, and off we could go in both directions.

I found a suspension bridge, which was quite a novelty. The bridge was built, so the story goes, in the 1920s by a developer who wanted to improve access to his development. The construction was not legal or approved, but the locals took to the bridge with gusto and declared it theirs.  Thankfully both councils responsible for the bridge (one either end) agreed that it was important and stumped up the cash to rebuild it when it eventually became too dangerous to use. This version of the bridge opened in 2018 after being closed for a couple of years for the rebuilding.

I found an old house too. This is Roseneath which was built in 1847 and still has its original outbuildings, cellars, and unusual brick-lined tunnels which are speculated to have been connected with the owner's wine making enterprise.

and a side trip out to Port Adelaide.
 
We had tea at the Semaphore beach, and added Semaphore to our list of places to come back to and explore further.

Pelican in suspense, waiting for fish on the Semaphore jetty.

Yachts on St Vincent Gulf, off Port Adelaide.

 
I'm quite discombobulated in Adelaide: after 50+ years of having the ocean to the east of me, it has inconsiderately moved to the west and thrown out all my geography. Were it not for Google Maps I would be completely lost: as it is I just do what Maps tells me while I try to recalibrate my sense of N,S,E, and W. Just as I was getting my head around it in Adelaide we took a trip up (down? It's kinda south-ish) to Mount Barker and spent a very pleasant day catching up with family. We would have stayed in Mt Barker too, but the caravan park there very rudely doesn't do tents so we have had to put stakes down in Hahndorf instead. Which has its benefits: for one thing we're a lot closer to the German Cake Shop in Hahndorf, and we feel a certain duty to support local businesses (such as German Cake Shops) wherever we go.

Home for the night: Hahndorf Caravan Park.


We found a friend in Hahndorf.  He's very ... bright.



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