Ramblings of a retiree in France
The Friendly Friday Challenge is now a fortnightly challenge co-hosted by Amanda from Something to Ponder About and Sandy from The Sandy Chronicles.
This week Amanda rightly points out that even though few of us are currently travelling, most of us have travel stories about our global adventures, that we can re-visit through writing and photographs. Funnily enough I’ve been doing this for the past few Fridays with my “One from the Vault” series where I re-look at our travels around Australia in 2016.
I decided to stay with that theme and revisit some from our 2017 #adventuredownunder for the next two weeks. Here’s the first leg of our road trip from Melbourne to Adelaide where we drove inland and returned via the Great Ocean Road.
We left Melbourne on Wednesday morning and drove via the Victorian goldfields to Horsham. Almost as soon as you leave downtown Melbourne, by way of the Old Melbourne road aka Western Freeway, the landscape starts to undulate, with vast expanses of yellow scrub punctuated by trees, the odd farm and plenty of small semi-industrial buildings. The scenery becomes more interesting as we near the former gold prospecting town of Ballarat, for a coffee stop. Those combine harvesters have been hard at work, leaving golden, neatly stacked bales of hay and straw from harvested fields framed by more trees.
The pastures turn lusher and greener as we head to Ararat, and lunch at a local cafe. Now they’re dotted with flocks of sheep, grazing horses and herds of cows as we drive towards the Pyrenees and Grampian Hills, yet another wine producing area. The Grampian Hills’ national park is on our left as we drive along flat plains punctuated by the occasional man made lake. We drive to Horsham, the main town in the area, and an overnight stay in a motel. It’s clean, spacious, well-rated on booking.com and Trip Advisor though the decor’s dark and depressing. However, it’s just somewhere to rest up.
We case the town for our evening meal. Many of the cafes close at 5pm, there’s numerous takeaways but the only place that’s buzzing is the local hotel (pub). It turns out to be a good choice for dinner and on the way back we spot a juice bar for the following day’s breakfast.
Once past the Pyrenees and Grampians with their fruit, olive and vine laden slopes, we’re onto the flatlands where you can see for miles and miles. Golden fields awaiting the combine harvester, golden stubble being picked over by the birds and huge silos with mountains of grain, walls of baled hay and straw. This really showcases the green and gold of Australia set against a brilliant blue backdrop.
We have a coffee stop in Keith and then the land starts to undulate once more and the earth becomes sandier. As we near Adelaide, the countryside flattens and becomes scrubby again, which only the sheep and goats seem to appreciate. We eat lunch at a restaurant overlooking the Murray river. The closer we get to the city, the greener the countryside.
We’re spending the weekend on the beach in McLaren Vale at the request of my beloved. It was an area he enjoyed when we were here last year for the Willunga Hill stage in the Tour Down Under bike race. I had booked a family run B&B overlooking the beach in Port Noarlunga. The house was built in 1930 and its interior is very much in keeping with that era. It’s a spacious studio with a balcony affording us a splendid sea view.
As my younger sister would say, the weather’s roastin’ and we’ve been basted in factor 50, wearing sunglasses and hats and seeking shade or shelter in air conditioned spots. We had a gentle stroll along the shore and jetty and looked enviously at the bathers splashing around in the cooling shallow water. I couldn’t see any sharks but I wasn’t taking any risks!
After our hearty lunch, we settled for a glass of local wine and a few plates of tapas at the local Portuguese restaurant before retiring. When I woke up my beloved had already departed for his early morning ride. I waited for him in the shade as, despite the cloud cover, it was already in the mid-30sC. Too hot to laze on the beach.
My beloved was sweating profusely on his return. Revived by a cold shower and breakfast, we decided to drive around the area. First stop, the Farmers’ Market at Willunga Hill to pick up some fruit and provisions for dinner. Then we rode up Willunga Hill and drove down towards Kangaroo Island before turning back via the Myponga Reservoir – a great training ride – and then along the coast stopping for lunch at a vineyard cafe. We moseyed along McLaren Vale but couldn’t take the heat. It was time to return and watch the cricket.
Fortunately, the mercury fell by Sunday morning and my beloved had a more enjoyable ride before we headed to a McLaren Vale winery for a leisurely lunch. Then we drove to Adelaide and our home for the next two weeks.
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This year the girls are are opening up the challenge, making its focus not purely on photography but making it a little more varied, a little more open and interesting.
Are you joining in this year? Gone on……you know it’ll be fun!
what a trip! It sounds fab! I am so glad you and hubby had so much fun!
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That we did
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🤩💞
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Thank goodness for travel archives! Thank you for sharing this leg of your Down Under visit.
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No problem
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I think I will try out this challenge next Friday!
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Please join in
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great post
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Thanks
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You are welcome
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Goodness me Sheree. You will have people wanting to come to Australia now 🙂 🙂
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😎
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I would recognize my country anywhere. I know what you mean about the heat – I feel it more and more as I get older. Could not ride in it yet I am contemplating betting an electric assist trike for rides to the shops/beach and back. How is that town called Keith? Bit of a boring name….
Mclaren Vale winery is one of the world’s best. Did you try a shiraz?
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Quite probably!
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December 2008 in Perth was probably the highest heat I’ve ever experienced.
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It can get pretty hot in Australia
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What a year that was…
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Wow, another beautiful trip Sheree! I am sure enjoying all these times in Australia, a place I would love to visit!😃😸
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You’d love the fauna and flora Steve
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Yes, I’m sure it would be fantastic!
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