7/11/2022 Urban Riding Take Two: Adelaide

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Today we paid a bit more attention to who had which key for what bicycle lock, so when I headed in to town on the OHG it was with confidence that both Roger and his bike would meet me in the city.

This time I took photos of some of the beautiful old houses along the way.

Some houses were more ornate than others.


 


I took the Torrens Linear Path in to the railway station, and along the way I passed the Weir No. 1 which was built in 1881, replacing an earlier timber one built by prison labour.  This weir transformed the Torrens from a series of puddles into a lake, and "helped to satisfy the aspirations of the colonists for civilised pursuits and urbane surroundings."

Weir Number 1 

Off we went on the Linear Pathway, and very civilised it was too. Just outside the city we went past the West End Brewery on the other side of the river and discovered that not only did they have a beautiful river frontage, but they put a lot of effort into a Christmas lights display every year.  I'm glad to report that despite the Brewery closing in June this year, there are moves afoot to continue the Christmas lights for at least the next five years.  I might even come back and have a sticky beak.

Just wait until Christmas and the lights will come on.

From then on it was just pleasant cycling along the path: river on the left, trees usually screening us from suburbia on the right, ebikes and escooters and eskateboards (or whatever they're called) zooming past at such regular intervals that I got quite excited whenever I spotted someone that was powered by good old-fashioned muscles.

Very civilised indeed,

and more of the same.

The wind got stronger as we neared the beach, and we felt it more as the trees gave way to farmland and parks.

Bucolic bliss with beach in background.

 

Mouth of the mighty Torrens.

Being unable to travel any further west we turned north and headed for home, which was such a familiar path that I didn't take a single photo.  The cold wind ensured that only the hardy or foolish were out on the beach front, and we quickly made sure we weren't among them.

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