Dearest gentle readers….

Yeah nah, too much Bridgerton, doesn’t feel like me.

Dearest gentle Moomins….

Apparently, in Australia, the sun can only be out in one town at a time. As I left Whyalla, the golden orb was shining brightly above the jetty.

The further I moved away, the more it slowly got greyer and gloomier. No, this is not an analogy of my mood although it wouldn’t be far off.

Whyalla → Tumby Bay

Just a few stops en route to Tumby Bay. I can’t imagine what’s to follow.

Cowell

The Cowell Jetty. No wait, the Franklin Harbour Jetty. Damn, the jetties are following the madness of the lighthouses.

Arno Bay

Is anyone else getting bored of my random bay pics? Because I most certainly am not.

Port Neill

Guess what, that’s right. Another port, another jetty. James’s jetty journals continues.

C.W.A Tumby Bay Caravan Park

Fly Threat Level: Normal

This place was an absolute gem of a find. With only four camping pitches, each with its own individual shower and toilet facilities and power, all for $30 a night, it was the sale of the frigging century.

Even better, it was quite tight, so most people who wanted to stay there couldn’t unless they had at least mastered basic reversing with a trailer. Thus, I spent my first of two nights here completely alone, and it was beautiful.

Until the next day when I heard a sound so loud I thought a building was coming down. Yes, my favourite of all things: thunder!

Storm lockdown protocols were implemented. Jackson and I lay there and waited it out. Out of the two of us, one is more scared of thunder and lightning.

Judging by the bloodcurdling scream that left my face versus the gentle snoring from his, you can decide!

Tumby Bay

Another little beautiful seaside town that looks like everyone forgot it existed.

Apologies for the photo spam, but there was lots to see.

Of Course A Jetty

It seems to me that Jackson is really starting to enjoy jetty life, and here he is pictured being a very good boi!

The Leafy to Sleepy Mosaic Trail

I loved the idea of this: a trail of ten mosaics that takes you from the town centre out for around 1 km to the other caravan park. So off we went.

Of course Jackson was very happy with number 3, the Port Jackson Shark.

Tumby Bay Lookout

It was here I discovered I suffer from vertigo. This was nearly the end of the adventure, having climbed to the top only to nearly faint and almost fall off.

Luckily, no one was around to witness my demise from confident woman to blubbering wreck.

Silo Art

Designed to be looked at from a certain angle. And no, not the angle where their torsos are split open.

And once again, two nights were over as quickly as they started. Where to next?

Hit The Road Jack (Ray Charles 1961)

Apparently even a blind man saw this coming.

It turns out there are two types of people in this life: those who want stables, and those who want stable.

I genuinely wish you well. Maybe you can get some wall décor for your new apartment?

Livery, Love, Laugh

Bush Tucker Bingo

Only completing one this week, the second caramel slice. I’m still unsure about the coconut, but I might try a third to be sure.

Yes! I still haven’t tried the Vegemite. In my defence, I have neither sliced bread nor a toaster.

Special Mentions

To the Australian Redditor who read all of my posts in one evening: are you okay? Do you need medical assistance?

Seriously though, thanks to everyone who reads this crazy nonsense.

And just remember…

We are always watching.

XOXO