Blessed with perfect weather, Fred and I set off to explore a little bit of countryside north of Robe, with Kingston being our destination. Rather than just head up and down the same highway, I chose to deviate easterly for a while so that a rough circle was made and very different country was observed.
It’s the time of year for lambs. Always cute, although I do feel sorry for them being born when the weather is coming into its worst, but they are being grown for the Spring lamb market….
Most of the land was flat. Very flat. I do miss the hills and can understand the feelings of the early explorers, and how excited they became when they found something more than a few metres above sea level. Hence many little ‘rises’ were named Mounts. It took me a while to realise this when I first moved down here – looking unsuccessfully for “mounts” before it dawned on me I was looking at it!
This early cottage is typical design, with its ‘breezeway’ incorporated into the building. Even down here it can get hot during the summer – particularly once the trees have been cleared. So the front and rear doors could be opened to let any breezes carry out the hot air from the building. It worked surprisingly well.
But it was all alone. Imagine how a woman would feel, moving here from a township, and being so isolated from everything. No internet in those days!
Further down the road was a shearing shed. A great deal of wool was grown in the early days, and many made their fortune from it when wool was a Pound Sterling for a pound of wool.
This is Limestone country, and the stone cleared from the grain paddocks was put to good use in buildings and fences. I noticed several other similar buildings in this local, and hope to do another trip and spend more time looking at them.
Kingston’s claim to fame, is the giant Lobster. Yes, in the summer season they are freshly caught and sold here.
This is the sight you see as you approach the town down the Highway from Adelaide. Unmistakable. Love it or hate it.
I checked my map, and noticed that nearby was an Aboriginal burial ground. Not sure what to expect, I drove on.
This place has been used for Aboriginal burials for thousands of years. A sacred place. I’ll talk more about it in another post, only to say now, that it’s been a while since I’ve walked on land that is so filled with Spirit. Simply wonderful.
Seaweed has long been part of this area’s Dreaming. I gazed at it thinking about all the asparagus plants I could mulch with it! Hmm…. but seaweed is protected along the coast by laws from pillaging.
There’s lots of it!
Naturally there’s a jetty, and Fred and I took a walk along it….. well, until Fred said he’d had enough. He’s a little uncertain of the safety of jetties, so I don’t press the issue.
Another of the tourist attractions to the town is the Lighthouse. It is no longer in operation – in fact, it was relocated from Cape Jaffa back in 1975.
A great looking building isn’t it 🙂
You can see replicas of it in many places…
All roads lead to…. the sea. This wasn’t for me.
Now this is more to my liking! I was more than ready for a coffee by this time, and chanced upon a sign pointing the way to a farmhouse with goodies. I was in luck! The coffee was great, as was the whole place, and deserving of a post all on it’s on. Here’s a snippet though of what is to come…