The King's Head is totally devoted to South Australian food and beverages. We felt very cool sitting among the young things on their lunch break. We returned to the market to stock up on fruit, cheeses and far more bread than we really needed, then trammed home again, inadvertently illegally because it was just past 3 o'clock. It took us a while to work out why our seniors tickets weren't working. Actually someone on the very crowded tram explained it to us so we would stop monopolising the validating machine, causing all those boarding after us to also be travelling illegally.
That evening Pearl took us to another superduper place, Plant 4 in the former Clipsal factory. It has an amazing range of food stalls and bars. I was delighted that there was an outdoor area where people could bring their dogs to play while their owners could eat at strategically placed tables. Very civilised.
view of Plant 4 from upstairs
view of very happy customer with fresh coconut juice bought at a bar
Thursday we wended our way to Normanville via an almost Vietnamese-style coffee shop at Aldinga, and then The Victory, a pub I've always wanted to try for lunch. It did not disappoint. The food was good and the wine (of a grape variety I'd never heard of) was made from fruit of the vines at the front of the pub.
Good Friday we explored Normanville and environs by foot and walked to the pub for dinner. We had a great meal there but a little sad cos there weren't many other punters, and management and staff were disappointed.
Saturday we explored the Second Valley market.
At Pearl's brilliant suggestion we repaired to the Surf Lifesaving Club at Normanville Beach (which, like Second Valley, is no longer a sleepy hollow) and consumed a bottle of their best bubbly on a deck with unbeatable views.
After another yummy Victory lunch, though there was a strange interlude when we discovered that you had to go down into the cellar if you wanted to buy a bottle of red which seemed both pretentious and difficult for the less ambulatory, we were invited to Aldinga for a cup of tea and family history chat, then drove Pebblesward in the dark, a rare event for us Easterers.
Easter Monday was time to say goodbye to Pebbles. We took a long soulful walk along Normanville Beach as we did as teenagers, though much water has passed under the bridge since then and we've gained a lot of soul.