Saturday 9 December
Moana – Willunga – Port Noarlunga - Christie’s Beach
After a late night for me, I was in no hurry to be waking up. Paul was awake and reading long before I stirred. We did eventually roll out of bed and sort our selves out for the day.
At 10am, we drove to Willunga to check out the local farmers market. It was far larger than I anticipated and there was plenty of produce, baked foods and Knick knacks to check out. We came away with a couple of bags of goodies.
We were actually in Willunga so that Paul could play golf, but being Midmorning on a Saturday and with beautiful weather, the course was packed and there was just no way Paul would join the masses on the tee. Instead, we turned the car around and drove back to the van for 1145am.
We had bought a couple of delicious looking pies and two Portuguese egg tarts at the market, so we sat down to eat them while they were still warm. The pies were as delicious as they had looked.
Paul then got on its writing up his reviews for the breweries we visited yesterday while I watched another DVD episode. A lazy way to spend the morning in the end.
Sick of sitting around, we jumped in the car and drove up to Port Noarlunga, parked and then went for a walk out on the long jetty. The tide was well out and the Reef was quite exposed in the surface. A number of dive groups were below the surface, their location given away by the bubbles that were surfacing.
It was such a glorious day, warm and bright with a gentle breeze. We walked through the centre of town as well, taking in the art and old buildings, as well as the number of people who were out and about making the most of the day.
We returned to the car and drove further up the hill to Christie’s Beach, where we stopped once again and walked the Beach front. It was too nice a day to be inside and not soaking up the rays. Paul rang Jaden as we walked along the path, watching the various boats bob about on the water and the dogs running along the sand.
We returned to the van for 3pm. I was able to use the free internet to load up a few bits, while Paul had a rest and read his book. At 330pm, we made our way across to the Deep Blue Café to wait for Cheryl and Martyn. There was a lot happening with the small adjacent park and on the esplanade. People were setting up gates and signage. As it turns out there is a triathlon on tomorrow, which also explains the increased number of people staying in the caravan park, particularly those with fancy bikes. I can imagine the marshalling noise will be like an alarm clock tomorrow morning. Joy! And we thought last weeks bag pipes for the surf carnival were bad.
Cheryl and Martyn joined us at the café and we sat chatting and going through old photos of their trip to Perth when I was about 15, as well as subsequent visits with Mum and Dad over here in SA. We enjoyed a cuppa as we talked and before long it was time to say goodbye. It had been lovely catching up with them.
We made our way back to the van where I continued to add things to the internet and Paul read. We decided to just have soup for dinner again, hoping it would encourage some more weight loss. After dinner, we went out for our usual walk. We left at 7pm, with the sun still sitting quite high and providing warmth. We again espoused the merits of day light savings, as we continued our trek.
We weren’t in any hurry to return, so we continued walking, making it all the way to South Port Noarlunga, where we watched a model photo shoot. We then turned around and made our way back to the van, the sun disappearing just as we reached the Moana surf club.
I was quite cool by the time we reached the inside of the van and hungry, so a carrot stick was required. I sat writing up the blog for the day and when done , it was time to start thinking about going to bed.
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