Things To (Not) See On The Road To Moonta.

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The good thing about not sleeping was we were up bright and early on Friday morning, having breakfast at a very congenial cafe on Jetty Road.

The cafe celebrated a particular historical person.  No prizes for guessing who.

Breakfast turned out to be a risky business. While trying to squeeze the last drop of tea into my cup I tipped the pot too far. In rapid succession the teapot lid fell off, knocked my full teacup over, and flooded Roger with warm tea. Frantic flood mitigation ensued, using up all the serviettes and enlisting the waiter with a handy chux before we settled down to finish breakfast. Thankfully the pot was not fresh and Roger was merely soggy and not scalded.

Marilyn watched on, unperturbed.

We left Adelaide on the M3 heading north and popped in to St Kilda for smoko. From the top deck of the pirate ship playground I counted 25 black swans in the shallow waters of the bay.

Black swan family.
 
Not having driven the A1 (Port Wakefield Highway) since our arrival in Adelaide nearly two years ago, we popped in to Parham to see what was there.
 
Not a lot.

Google maps promised gripping tourist attractions in the form of the Federation Corner where the York Highway met the Port Wakefield Highway.  Well, who were we to ignore the promises of Google?  Off we went to Federation Corner.

That wasn't very exciting either.

Two down and aiming for the trifecta of underwhelming, we took another detour to visit the historic South Hummocks Railway Station.

South Hummock railway station provided thrills to the south...

...and thrills to the north.

After all those anticlimaxes it was quite refreshing to visit Woolworths in Kadina and discover that they did, as advertised, sell groceries and that Kadina was, in fact, a town possessed of robust existence.

Finally we made it across the top of the Yorke Peninsula to Moonta, which faced west over the Spencer Gulf,

and wandered out on the jetty, where fishers industriously fished but no-one caught anything. 

In the crystal clear water below the jetty a solitary jellyfish drifted with the current, its presence only noticeable by the shadow that trailed behind it on the sandy ocean bed.

In the late afternoon we jumped in the car again and took ourselves north to Wallaroo where we ate nice cheese and tasty food, drank red wine and G&Ts, and met three cats who would be our responsibility later in the year. By the time we finished all of that it was raining as we drove back to our cosy little cabin in Moonta.  The cabin had 'character' (aka an outdoor toilet) and was comfortable in a Grandma's-house kind of way, although the 'character' lost a bit of its appeal in the cold and wet.

Cute now.  Wait until midnight when its raining.

Moonta was very quiet. We went to bed happily, anticipating catching up on the sleep that we had lost in Brighton.

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