I didn't have the oysters as I am not a fan but I did have some great King George whiting and bought some more on departing which I enjoyed later.
From Coffin Bay, I headed south in the Eyre peninsula to Venus Bay and then onto Lucky Bay. This as it turned out was a mistake but it was ok in the end. I misread where the campground was. Having stopped at Cowell and rejected that camping ground, I headed onto Lucky Bay thinking that was the next number on the map. Both numbers related to Cowell. However having reached Lucky Bay, I found a fishing village a bit like Wedge Island in WA where there was a string of basic shacks along the sand dune overlooking the ocean. I saw someone driving down the track towards me, stopped him and asked if there was a camping ground anywhere in this village. He said not, but there was a place at the end of the track I could park but there were no facilities. I went on and found a turning circle at the end which did have a tent sign so I figured I was legal to park there. Again upon putting up the pop top, it started to rain. It was so hot, despite being only 50 metres from the ocean that I kept the windows of the van open (with my new flyscreen cover) and the next morning after a stifling night, found my drivers seat was wet as were my towels draped over the back and some of my books.
The towels dried out during my drive on to my next stop but the books are still drying out. I stopped for lunch at Port Germaine which has the longest wooden jetty in the southern hemisphere. I didn't pace it out, it was very long. The tide was out and it was mudflats forever so I guess that it why the jetty was so long. Apparently that was a port where wheat used to be shipped from but no longer. Before the jetty was a huge corrigated iron building that looked like an aircraft hangar with the words Broome Pearls in faded paint on the side. I asked a few people what that was about but they either didn't know or had never noticed. I continued to walk up towards the jetty to this funny little lighthouse thing and there was some signage that explained the reason for the sign was because the beachfront had been used in filming a TV series about Broome several years ago - apparently something to do with the bombing of Broome.
Travelling on up the east coast of the Eyre peninsula I looked at what my options were for accommodation. I decided on Redhill, not knowing why it was thus. The other option was Snowtown but I decided to give that a miss even though I could be fairly sure that the perpetrator of the bodies in the acid barrels was still incarcerated, I still felt I wouldnt get a restful sleep. Redhill is a very pretty historical wheat farming town which advertised free camping at the recreation ground. I couldnt find the recreation ground but found a grove of sheoak trees with a sign of a caravan. I was alone in the gove but that looked OK. I had just put up the pop top when two things happened, yes, it started to rain and a huge freight trained roared by about 50 metres away quickly followed by another 5 minutes later and yet another soon after. I thought it would be hell to try to sleep there but in the end, there were no trains between about 7 pm and 7 am. Tim says the unions would work at night.
I figured it was called redhill because of a large patch of red rock showing through the grass or crop stubble that covered the surrounding hills.
I arrived in Adelaide yesterday - no more rain, but very hot and 38 degrees today. Lovely house, lovely people, lovely airconditioning. More another day as I am about to hop in their pool.
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