16/11/25 Rainy Adelaide.

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 Real life was calling. We jumped on a plane and flew out of Perth on a beautiful morning.


I had a window seat and the plane was old enough for me to have full control of my window, so I took a lot of photos and now I'll share them with you.

We flew over the Canning Dam, knew of Perth's  water reservoirs.


And over the Lake Grace salt lakes and Chinocup Nature Reserve.


Islands in the salt of Lake Dundas formed delicate scallops of salt, sand, and earth. 


Somewhere between Balladonna and Caiguna we flew off the edge of the world,


and into the clouds.


Clouds stayed with us all the way across the Bite, gave a teeny tiny glimpse of Port Lincoln at the bottom of the Eyre Peninsula, and an even more fleeting glimpse of the shoreline of the Yorke Peninsula. Then there was a peek at the Barossa Reservoir,


and before Roger could say " This is smoother than I expected" we were touching down in rainy Adelaide.



Hmm, are you sure we've left the UK?

We collected our luggage, reunited Roger with Steve, and took ourselves off to the Adelaide Airport Motel where we started off almost 3 months ago.*

Do you think he's happy? And you wouldn't believe how hard it was to find a 'Welcome to Adelaide' sign.

Roger heaved a sigh of relief and settled into the comfortable bed to rest his back from the trials of travel. "I'm never going overseas again," he declared. "It's not worth the risk. I can find plenty of places to explore in Australia. You'll have to go alone in future."

Okay. I will.



*RIP my long lost pillow...

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