The Bloke resigned to another session of 'boot camp'.
The Bloke gave up protesting against going for a walk, so bottled water and apples were thrown in a backpack 'in case'. We were off to view 'The Erratics'.
...and here they are.
What the fuss is about.
Top of the hill.
It's dead flat inland as far as the eye can see, on this stretch of the Yorke Peninsula.
Birds eye view of Port Vincent Marina
1 1/2 hrs later the Bloke rewarded himself with a visit to The Kiosk for a cup of coffee. Feeling it was insufficient, he topped up with a plate of chips. That childhood nickname of 'Tuck' has a ring to it.
Could almost be somewhere tropical.
A beautiful day with less and less breeze.
The erratics crack me up ...Hope you enjoyed a rewarding beer at the end of the day B - after such a monumental sightseeing effort!!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! Did you notice that the accompanying sign inspired a punk rock (sic) classic? Maybe The Saints should've named themselves 'The Erratics'!
ReplyDeleteHas a ring to it. The Granite Erratics
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