While Not Working

Living the deprived life as I was, without wine or chocolate, I decided to make the most of the nice(ish) weather and go for a bicycle ride on one of my work-free days.  Having ridden up and down the beach front to the point of tedium, I decided to take myself off to St Kilda instead.  This involved an argument with the Adelaide Metro website which neglected to tell me that the trains to Gawler had been replaced by buses on the very day on which I planned to use the train to launch me on my journey.  Having set my heart on St Kilda I caught the train to Port Adelaide instead, and rode from there. Great excitement! A vintage train chugging to its new home at the Railway Museum in Port Adelaide! And to think I usually zip across those tracks without even looking... Riding from Port Adelaide was all new territory for me, so at least it was a novelty even if it wasn't very pretty. Firstly a charming cycle beside the freeway. At least, being a Sunday, the traffic was light. Se...

  After a morning spent exploring old ruins, it was time to make the most of the beautiful weather and get back on my bicycle. I left Arakoon Campground on a handy little shared pathway that ran through the forest between the houses and the sea.   Leaving the suburbs of South West Rocks behind, the road rejoined the river.  Roger rode along here back in 2018, and waxed lyrical about the beauty of the ride. "It's a lovely little road, so quiet, right beside the river with lots of picnic spots." Well some people misremember things. I pedaled my little legs off while big trucks rumbled intimidatingly past and fences rudely prevented me from getting off the road to loll about in picnic opportunities beside the river. When it wasn't trucks it was grey nomads with big caravans and fishermen pulling oversized boats. I was glad I'd worn my hi-vis shirt, unfashionable as it was.  Apart from the traffic, the road had some good points. It ran beside the Macleay River, wh...