I picked up a hire car the next day and Mum and I had the freedom to lunch at Mercato's, get sushi, lunch at The Sussex with Pru and take Madame du Barry to the Flying Fish - not all on the same day, of course. There were many other delights:
Rundle Street Mall
a niece who makes chocolate cake
a recently discovered photo of aunts (and some uncles and a cousin)
a visit to the groovy Spinners and Weavers' Guild
and a last coffee at Grange with Heths to fortify us for a wander around Ikea.
I have no photo but a very vivid sound memory of yoga with Fleurieu Floosie at Encounter Bay. The teacher started and ended the class with three oms and I was startled but entranced with their reverberance. The last time I had ommed was during an anti Viet Nam war march in the 1970s. And one last highlight by virtue of having a car: racing around the backstreets late at night to pick up Tamasin from uni. I really felt rejuvenated.