4/12/23 Back To The Spencer Gulf.

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Sunrise over the Gulf St Vincent.

I didn't ride my bicycle at all today. 

Our choice of accommodation being driven by getting sufficient phone coverage for Roger to work, we ended up back on the west coast of the Yorke, looking out over our old friend the Spencer Gulf.  Roger, unable to pack up due to his ongoing shonky back, embraced his supervisory role wholeheartedly and ensured I completed an exemplary pack and clean before we checked out and moved the whole 500m down to the Kiosk for our last Port Vincent coffee and donuts.

Fresh donuts and coffee, not too shabby for a morning snack.
 

We watched a couple of wooden rowboats paddle on the quiet waters of the bay, and went to look at them when we finished at the Kiosk.

People were going out for rides in the rowboats.

"My neighbour built the red boat.  She wanted to build a model boat for her grandson and I said 'Why build a model?  Why not build a proper boat?'  So I showed her how to do it and she built the boat and she liked it so much that she built another one.  Now she's building a boat for each of her grandchildren.  It doesn't take that long to build a boat, I just like building them.  If  you'd been here half an hour ago we could have taken you out for a row."

We left Port Vincent and wandered down the coast.  Our last home owner had raved about the tidal swimming pool at Edithburg, so we dropped in to Edithburg to check out the tidal swimming pool.

Hmmm... It was nice enough, not a lot to get excited about.

Further down the coast we stopped at Wool Bay to check out the jetty and the old lime kiln.

The plans for the kiln were brought back from England after WWI, however something got lost in the translation of the plans or the building of the kiln.  The kiln, which was meant to burn around the clock, never worked which possibly contributed to it remaining in such fine condition.

Jetty from the kiln.
 

Kiln from the jetty.

Heading west past Yorketown we took a quick detour to visit the pink lakes.

There  are a lot of salt lakes around Yorketown and the bottom of the Yorke Peninsula.


 

Not all of the lakes were pink, but the patterns and colours of salt and water were always pretty.


In Point Turton we settled into another house with a beautiful view across the bay to Flaherty's Beach, which Tourist Information assured us was South Australia's fourth most beautiful beach.  Point Turton was another settlement of shuttered holiday houses waiting for their owners to arrive for the Christmas holidays.  The pub on the hill, while not technically closed, did not appear to be open either.  All the activity in town was down at the jetty and the caravan park, where grey nomads came and went and fishermen sat on the jetty waiting, as always, for the fish which weren't biting yet. 

Evening shadows crept across the beach in front of our house.  The night was quiet, dark, and peaceful.


Home for a couple of nights: Point Turton.

 


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