Travelling Oz…Who are ewe?

The welcoming committee yesterday afternoon. By the time I got the phone ready some had lost interest.

I realised later on Sunday why Stephen washed his hair. It was for a video audition for the next G&S show. We were able to record it in the campers kitchen as we had it to ourselves. We used the GoPro without a special microphone, due to the resonance in the room it seemed to work quite well. Feedback so far, Matt gave it 5 stars and Micki gave it a Meh! We haven’t heard back from the director of the show.

We finally went out for a walk in the early evening around sunset. The park is old and established, with lots of little sheds, toilets and sports facilities scattered around. At least in the area where we walked they have not cut down much of the beautiful forest. We saw lots of kangaroos, a couple of rabbits, and magpies galore.

Belair National Park
Belair National Park

There was a bit of a delay on Monday morning. I have a mole near my collarbone that has been worrying me as it has grown a bit. I managed to make an appointment with a mole clinic just down the hill in Bedford. We drove through hills village of Blackwood where we went for lunch on Saturday and followed a 60kmph four lane road down the hill, very easy. If only Google Maps had used this road to get us to our campsite on Friday evening, but no! it had to choose the worst possible way.

The mole turned out to be benign. The screening process was nice, a quietly spoken woman did the actual scan, then a GP came into the room, after I was dressed, to take a look at it and confirm her diagnosis. I was so relieved. It had been worrying me for a couple of weeks and I wasn’t sure what to do because I didn’t want to cut short our holiday. On the other hand, it’s silly to die of something that is treatable. We were just fortunate to have the mole clinic so close to where we were staying and not too much out of our way for continuing the journey.

Our route back into the Adelaide Hills was on a freeway which was a bit steep in parts, but very easy to drive with lots of room for passing. We went through a tunnel at one point, going in with sunshine and then coming out in cloud, quite different weather.

We drove off the freeway for lunch in Mt Barker. We hadn’t realised that it was quite a large town, and parking was difficult. We ended up with one hour of parking quite close to a nice bakery I had chosen. We took soup, rolls and a cherry danish to share back to the van. It was too cold to eat outside and the van is usually quite comfortable during the day even if it is cold outside. The soup and danish were delishous (polish sausage soup) and I was also able to get a soughdough loaf of bread as well. I hate it when bakeries don’t actually have nice bread, I don’t think they deserve the name even if they bake their own cakes and pies. But, that’s me.

A little further along the highway we came out of the hills and into the cleared agricultural land beyond. I had been enjoying the beautiful, tall trees with white trunks, so it was a bit of a comedown, but changing landscapes is very much part of a road journey. At Murray Bridge we crossed the Murray River, looking a bit muddy, but it was very cloudy so perhaps it is normally blue.

We have stayed the night in a rest area where we could get away from the main road. The welcoming committee were on the other side of the fence. There were even a couple of lambs, at this time of year when it is very cold overnight, doesn’t seem sensible of the mothers.

This is the name of the area. We can’t pronounce it.

Our parkup near Murray Bridge

sunset last night
This morning with dew