We walked past a pair of gum trees bent in homage to the sacred place. A bell hung between them. I imagined Mum as a young girl racing across the red-hot sand of the compound, bare foot. “You were a wussy if you wore shoes,” she once told me.Read more "The T-Team with Mr. B — Glen Helen"
‘Well, where are they?’ I asked.
‘I bet they’re late,’ Mr. K muttered.
We waited, breathing in the sea-air on the gentle breeze, admiring the sparkle on the deep blue water, the emerald-green grass, and the rugged coastline. Then I closed my eyes, lay on the towel and napped.
After some minutes, I remarked, ‘They’re taking their time.’
Light assaulted my eyes.
I blinked and rubbed what seemed to be sawdust from my dry eyes and stared at my son.
‘The air smells like smoke.’
I think the water reflecting the sky, all silver, the people on the wet sand, a mirror, swaying and twisting for cockles captured my attention. I’d been there, on the glassy surface, watching for bubbles, grinding my heel into the bog, feeling for the sharp edges of shell and plucking out the cockles that snapped shut when exposed to air.Read more "Fantastic Fleurieu–Goolwa"
After my faulty and human navigation skills led us astray (we turned down a road too early), we did a U-turn, and trundled back to the Meadows Road. There we sailed to the next turn off, this one sign-posted, white letter on brown, to Kuitpo. I apologised for leading us astray while my husband reminded me that he knew the way.Read more "Fantastic Fleurieu (3) — Kuitpo Forest"
We reached the road leading to Sellicks Beach and turned. P1’s car turned too. ‘I can’t see M’s car.’
‘Maybe he went to Victor Harbour,’ Mr. K said.
‘I hope not.’
Mr. K sighed as we neared Sellicks Beach. ‘Now where do we go?’
Koalas, if there were any, remained hidden. Mating season over, cold day, and these marsupials preferred to hide in lofty gum trees, getting high on eucalyptus leaves and sleeping. The Swiss visitors then set their hopes on seeing koalas in the wild at Morialta. Perhaps Morialta koalas are more sociable.Read more "The Fantastic Fleurieu"