Tuesday evening, after some airport car hire shenanigans, Heths, Lady Jayne and I rendezvoused chez Pearl (which is code name for Heths'). Over dinner and bubbly we planned Our Day in Adelaide. We had decided previously that, perfect as it is to go away for Easter, it would be nice to spend a day together in Adelaide when the town is open.
So Wednesday started with us catching the tram from Glenelg into town. And not just town but the Adelaide Entertainment Centre, it being a long held dream of mine to take the tram to the end of the line. Invigorated and pacing down North Terrace three abreast, we were stopped in our tracks by a youngish chap who called out to us 'Look for the cameras. They're doing a remake of Charlie's Angels'. We were a little chuffed and chose to believe it was due to our classy and bold demeanour and not a caustic comment on the era of our attire. If our clothes are a little of the 70s (1970s) it is because we wear them
ironically.
We feasted on oysters at the market but sadly couldn't have an auld lang syne drink at the Botanic because it didn't open until 5pm. This is the disadvantage of being a Seniorella: you must catch your transport by 3pm or turn into a Fare Evader who, judging from the warnings on the buses, look like the Ugly Sisters, ie gross and unemployed.
Thursday we returned to our home away from home, Redruth in Port Elliot.
It was as perfect as our memories and photos from last year had led us to believe. The Cockle Train hurtled against our hedge scaring the bejesus out of us at very regular times. We journeyed on it and looked to lunch at The Mill in Middleton
but it was even more closed than last year. We amused ourselves by keeping a banana under glass.
We tried to work out how to use the camera automagically
and eventually worked it out.
We went to Hindmarsh Falls
and climbed The Bluff at Encounter Bay. Of course we also ate well. We liked the new Water Melon cafe in Port Elliot and Pippis in Middleton. We discovered Second Valley cheese. We sank gratefully into our barstools at The Strand and ate oysters and a platter of seafood with bubbly. And Cornish Pasties from the Middleton Bakery were perfect for staying up till after midnight for
the Poldark Extravaganza. When we'd run out of Poldark DVDs we left Redruth the next morning and travelled back via Waitpinga
where there were plenty of men on the beach
and a sea and sky to get lost in.
Our last stop was Yankalilla which is a contender for our Easter jaunt next year. For these few wonderful days it is always worth planning early - though they seem to unfold themselves in magical ways.
