After leaving the Murray behind we wanted to get a feel of South Australia without really delving too deeply into it as we were on a bit of time schedule to get across the Nullabor before the real hot weather hit.
We followed the coast down around the Yorke Penninsula along some very pretty but wild windswept coastline. Down past Stainsbury where we spotted what was such an iconic Australian farming scene.
A perfect photo opportunity was presented on the side of the road - windmill and a rusty Holden ute which reminds me of a song which my niece sang a few years ago. I am sure my sisters will remember Aquila's version which we loved so much we asked her to sing it over and over again.
We only touched on the Flureau Peninsula and got right over to the Yorke Peninsula where I got my first feed of SA oysters- so delicious.
|One of the many lighthouses we encountered around the peninsula's|
|Wildlife in abundance with many families of Emu's|
Stuart was amazed at the fact that wheat and other grain crops were growing right up to the cliff face in many places on the peninsula. Wildlife was plentiful and we saw many families of emus along the way and some beautiful wildflowers which reminded me I had to have eggs for breakfast the next day. And of course there was always the sunsets.
|They breed the flies big in the west|
A lot is said about the beauty of the coast line arount the Great Australian Bight but we never expected this
|Bunda Cliffs are approximately 100 klms of the Southern coast and were fromed from limestone and are between 60 and 120 metres high and sheer|
We went down round the point through Port Lincoln and up to Coffin Bay where I bought the best oysters I had ever tasted and so huge. I asked to young fellow at the oyster farm how long ago they had been harvested. He looked at his watch and said maybe 2 hours.
A few hours further up the west coast of the Eyre Peninsula we had a few nights at a farm stay as a base and headed off to explore some sea caves. The views were amazing but couldn't get into the cave because of our lack of agility and with no phone coverage no way to call for help it one of us slipped. Spectacular none the less.
Took a drive into Venus Bay where the wave swept cliffs looked so wild on the morning sun.
Eventually, we arrived in Ceduna. Our last real town before the Western Australian border.