Sunday, 6 May 2012

Walkers' Rock and future plans...


Bidding farewell to our dolphin buddies, we bumped our way out of beautiful Coffin Bay National Park. We decided to backtrack to Port Lincoln to stock up on groceries (K was a bit concerned that we might run out of Tabasco) and to buy new and better batteries to power our fridges etc. Then onward ever onward – we headed up the western side of the Eyre peninsular. It was a short drive because there was not much left of the day. We set up camp at yet another lovely white beach – Walkers Rocks near Elliston.  We have been trying to spend 2 nights anywhere we stop so we are not constantly unpacking and packing up again – and to maintain that delicious feeling of ambling around Australia – so we spent the next day pottering around the campsite fixing some bits and pieces (Bill displayed his superior sewing skills by fixing a tear in the camper-trailer cover), ran up and down the sand dunes, collected shells and went for a bike-ride along the dirt road.

Our fellow campers were grey nomads from all over. It’s mind-blowing, the grey nomad thing – there are SO many of them and they drift around the country in their caravans, some of them for a few months but many of them for much longer if not permanently. It’s like when you first have a baby and stop full-time work and suddenly realise that there’s another world outside the office where parents pushing prams all emerge during working hours to take over the streets – while you are working, you just don’t realise that this alternate world exists. And go almost anywhere (caravan accessible) in Australia and you will find an army of retirees sitting outside their vans in the sun, or heading off at dawn armed with fishing rods, or setting up picnic lunches (with thermoses) overlooking fabulous views. Whether they have a rusty old 1960s caravans or the taj mahal of caravans, they just seem to have a great time. While some are sour-faced and grumpy, mostly they are friendly and relaxed. The kids have happily come across a few kind, grandkid-missing folk who dish out sweet biscuits in their caravans. But what a life they lead! We can see ourselves there already. Indeed, we are already discussing our preferred future set-up!

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