We set out after breakfast at Glenelg to explore the Yorke Peninsula. Our Adelaide friends had suggested we might find the experience… how shall I put it?… less than spectacular. And that was about right. It’s a mix of copper mines and agriculture, little fishing villages and beaches. It reminded me of places like Mandurah and Rockingham, south of Perth, back when they were places you went to for summer holidays. It looked like a great place for a family holiday, and I think that’s really how it’s sold to the Adelaide market. You’d need to spend at least a few relaxed days in one of the seaside towns, slowing down, sucking up the culture and the history. Because there’s always history. For a start, a heap of shipwrecks.
The day started off fine (see yesterday’s Glenelg beach pictures) but the clouds once again started to gather. We spied a crop duster spraying crops, which (of course) took my mind back to St George. I couldn’t get a shot of the plane zooming over the paddock, but it wasn’t far off the ground. The slightest error…
Anyway, we carried on past fields and beaches, stopping now and then to take pictures of grain silos and beaches. We had a nice pasty for lunch in the local bakery at Ardrossan, one of the larger towns – for a given sense of large – and then drove on. We went as far as Stansbury and decided that was enough of the side of the peninsula. We took a road over to the other side, driving towards Moonta.
Not long after that the rain set in. Sight-seeing in the rain sucks, so we headed towards Port Augusta, at the head of Spencer’s Gulf. Tomorrow we would venture down the the Eyre Peninsula, where spectacular sea food awaited.