13-14/12/23 The End (Of the Trail)

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I was up bright and early to finish the last little bit of the Reisling trail before the wind kicked in.  The trail extended north form our caravan park, past Clare and through the vineyards until it stopped, as rail trails are prone to do, at the point where funding ran out.  

The art installations continued.

Just outside of Clare I met a family out for a morning walk.

Site of the old Clare Railway Station.


An artwork recognising locally born author Monica Mcinerney,  whose father was the Clare station master.  Monica used to climb onto the roof of the station master's house and settle in next to the chimney to read the books which were delivered monthly by the State Library.  I knew exactly how much Monica enjoyed getting the new book delivery: I too used to wait for the monthly delivery of books from the State Library of Queensland (32 books,  4 each for eight children).  I suspect my mother also eagerly awaited the deliveries and the resulting peace and quiet as eight children buried themselves in books.  Except possibly when my little brother liked one book so much that he chopped all the pages out so that he could keep them forever, but that's another story.


My personal  favourite, the man and his sheep all behaving under the watchful eye of the sheep dog.

The end.  The railway goes on, but not as a rideable option.

The final artwork.

Vineyards and hay bales in the morning sun.

Back at the cabin all the peace and quiet had disappeared. The new water park and pool were under construction with much banging, shouting, crashing, and intermittent  engine noise. The ground crew were busy whipper snipping, mowing, raking, and blowing.  We shut all the doors and windows and settled into the last night of our Yorke Peninsula adventure.

The next day we settled into another caravan park in Goolwa,  preparatory to our next house sit.  The Goolwa Caravan Park was undergoing renovations to the tune of banging, crashing, shouting, and intermittent engine noise.  We felt right at home.

Final Clare Valley views.

On the road again.



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