A Fluid Postcode: Coffin Bay, Port Lincoln, Cowell, Whyalla, Port Pirie, Clare, Yorke Peninsula

Coffin Bay. Permanent population of 650, swells to over 4000 in the summer.

Friendly little park by the water.

Coffin Bay is famous for its oysters.

Very peasant afternoon by the water.

Donation sausage sizzle one evening, with wine tasting :)

The wind found us again at Coffin Bay!

While at Coffin Bay we headed to Port Lincoln for the day. We were impressed.

The tuna poling boats are huge and need to be refueled by tankers like this.

We bought chips.

Tumby Bay, between Port Lincoln and Cowell

North of Port Lincoln having left Port Pirie, we had lunch by the water at Tumby Bay. Cute little town... the locals are very proud of their jetty :)

Tumby Bay jetty

A few painted silos along the way.

Robyn had heard of a mangrove boardwalk at Arno Bay, so we ventured out to the end.

Like many KGAs, Cowell has a council sponsored cheap stopover spot for people who are self contained. (On board toilet, shower, grey water captured etc.) We stayed in one at Cowell, just a short distance out of town.

The town itself has a fantastic water park for kids and young people. Water play, slippery dips. Just great. We were there after school. I think the whole school was at the park... any children not doing basketball practice were getting wet and staying cool.

We stopped in at Whyalla on the way through. The beachfront has been pretty well done, and they have a unique new wharf to cater for the many fishing and crabbing folks.

When all is said and done, it's difficult to make a steel making town look sexy from the lookout.

We called in at Point Germein for lunch. Probably don't need to call in here again. Ever.

We stopped a night at Port Pirie, a lead smelting town (ore is trained in from Broken Hill).

Another cheap night, but it was HOT! 40 degrees at 630 pm, Still 33 at 11pm. Without doubt, the hottest, most uncomfortable night of the trip.

The park was adjacent to one of Port Pirie's three AFL clubs, so we nursed a couple of drinks and sheltered for a couple of hours there in the afternoon when it was 41 outside.

And so to Clare, about an hour and a half north of Adelaide. Wine region.

We treated ourselves to a caravan park with a pool and power to run the AC.

41 degrees on arrival, and still 40 at 630 pm, but high 20s the next day.

We called in at Sevenhill, the Jesuit's winery. Had to, really, having learnt and taught at Jesuit schools.

So many small towns on the various tourist loops. Lots of places to stop for a coffee or more.

We left Clare and headed further east to explore the Yorke Peninsula for a few days.

More wheat and barley. Golden fields as far as the eye can see. The paddocks are absolutely enormous out here.

One surprise we had right at the top of the peninsula were these igloos in the middle of paddocks.

There's a dozen small towns on the Yorke. We stayed at Coobowie in a caravan park by the water.

It was windy, of course, and the beaches weren't overly attractive for swimming.

We explore the area, called in at a few spots, visited some painted water towers.

Normally, local sheep don't have too much to worry about come shearing time.
These poor buggers, however... hundreds of pelts on fences. The local ugghbootsRus factory perhaps?!