22 OCTOBER
It was time to move on from the fascinating Yorke Peninsular and continue our ambling up into the Clare Valley, with its vineyards, olive plantations and orchards, as well as rich grain, wool and grazing country.
Towards the top of the Peninsular the fertile grain country gave way to salt flats. Further on, at Lochiel, we were amused to spy the Loch-Eel Monster lurking on the pink Lake Bumbunga.
Farrell Flat was our choice for the next camp for awhile. It is about half way between Clare and Burra and the local community welcomes campers at the Duncan Park Oval. By the time we arrived, there were already at least 5 vans and a HUGE bus set up along the back where the water taps are; so we set up in the middle of the old basket ball field.
Farrell Flat is on the ‘Painted Silo’ Trail. The last train to leave this historic old town was their choice of painting. On the way to the Pub for dinner, we paused at the silos for a photograph.
We love dropping in to the old country pubs when we are travelling, and the Farrell Flat Pub was no exception. It is an interesting old pub, with a few local characters to chat to, including ‘Chef’, the Cook, Barman, Bottlewasher AND owner of the Pub as well as the Harley parked in the front bar. He also bottles his own Shiraz from grapes grown ‘out the back’.
We enjoyed the ‘Pub Grub’ cooked up by ‘Chef’ in between pouring drinks and chatting to us all. Norm had Pork Rib Eye and I chose Fish ‘n’ Chips, accompanied by a ‘Clean Skin’ local white. (all very enjoyable).
Driving back home we were captivated by the glorious sunset from a paddock bordered by flowering brambles and clover, where some beautiful horses were grazing.
As last rays of sun were glowing over our camp by the time we reached ‘home’ Rosie and I settled back for our evening cuddle.
ON THE ROAD 