TAGALONG 2009
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September 2009, I
headed off in the Tardis, round the Eyre Peninsula in South Australia with a
tagalong group from the Australian Caravan Club (ACC), South Australian Branch .
I joined this club in December 2008 but this was the first thing I had done with
them.
Just getting there
from Melton through Midlura and the Riverland was lovely. So lush, so green. Unbelievable.
And a car ferry. Jeez. I’d forgotten they existed but I actually took
the Tardis across the swollen river on a (what we used to call) punt. And it was
free. Running 24 hours a day. For
free. Was I on another planet already?!
With the Tardis on board.
I joined the Tagalong group in Melrose, settled in and began meeting people. To see all the Tagalong Group, click here.
Fourteen caravans. All couples except me. Geoff, who organised it,
was
blown away ‘cause he expected a maximum of the six vans!
They were all South Australians except for a lovely couple from Queensland and
later on an Irish couple from Ballarat and then there was me.
Melrose Welcoming Sculpture celebrating local activities: Bush Walking and Cycling
The first morning tea - who are all these people?
Melrose is a tiny
town: one general store and two pubs, a few houses and that’s it. Some very
old (for Australia) buildings. But, the absolute ultimate for me were the three
“motor homes”.
Exterior of "Motor Homes" Interior
These babies aren't going anywhere. They're holiday rental apartments. But what a great idea!!
And how's this for beautiful - a cottage in Melrose.
The other thing that I loved in Melrose was a giant gum tree in the middle of the road. It must be more than 150 years old and, instead of knocking it down, they’ve built the road around it, both sides. Perfect!
Meanwhile, I was
struggling to survive here with great company, happy hour (or two), BBQs and pub
dinners but the peace of solitude if I want it, when I want it. Driving with
others or walking to check out the sights. Lying around reading . Oh, the agony!
We continued on through Port Augusta to Whyalla, down the coast to Cowell (oh those oysters - Nell and I ate two or three dozen each in one sitting while Tom graciously shucked them for us). On to Tumby Bay and down to Port Lincoln at the tip of the Peninsula then headed up the western coast to Coffin Bay, Elliston and Streaky Bay with some wonderful day trips along the way.
But come along. You don't need to tow anything. Just come with me and click here. Back to the top