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Rough coast in Elliston
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As
we drove off from Coffin Bay we were still discussing where we would
be heading! It was Easter and the school holidays so caravan parks
would not only be filled to capacity but also charging premium peak
rates. So that was not an option.
Another
National Park?
In
a corner of my brain I could hear a scream, “NO!!!!!!!”
Where
did that come from?
My
brain and heart were now waging a war.
The
head said, “Please no more National Parks. I need a shower. We
never have enough water.”
The
heart replied in return, “It's too expensive at this time of year.
Wait till after the holidays.”
“But
we have been in the National Parks for 8 days now. I need to be
clean!!!!”, was the head's desperate response.
The
heart finally yielded “Yes, I see your point.”
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| Easter egg bread |
Now
to suggest it to the hubby-the bank account guardian.
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| 6 loads of washing done by the washer man |
“
I
can't do it! I must have a shower! I don't think I can cope till
after the holidays! I need to see some grass! I can't look at
another beach shrub! Help me! Please let me be clean.” All my
frustrations came out like an eruption.
“Um....Okay.”
Rasmus answered. Baffled by my outburst.
“Thanks.”
I was equally perplexed with myself.
The
stars, moons and planets must have been all aligned that day as we
found the perfect spot in a lovely caravan park in the town of
Elliston.
It
not only had a drive through camping spot which made pulling in (and
eventually leaving) a cinch but we pulled up right next to our very
own patch of lovely green grass. Heaven :o)
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| Jetty in Elliston |
After
quickly unpacking and getting ready for a break the lady from next
door came over to say hi. She had noticed our number plates and was
a Victorian ex-pat now living in South Australia. We chatted for a
while and I mentioned we would be heading off to the shops soon.
She
looked at her watch and informed us they were now closed until
monday.
Arrgghhh!!!!!
It
was Easter sunday in the morning and guess who never gets to go to
the shops without an eagle eyed child by her side!?!! Guess what the
Easter Bunny's helper had had no chance to get!!!???
What
were we going to do??
I
was so distraught my mind was racing 1000 miles (or was it
kilometers?) an hour.
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| Art in Streaky Bay |
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| Streaky Bay Jetty |
The
lady from next door went and Rasmus and I were left to find a way to
fix the pickle we now found ourselves in. What tale could we concoct
to tell the kids in the morning without disappointing them on a huge
scale?
The
next moment there was a knock on the door and the lady from next door
was holding out a bag saying, “Here is those things you needed.”
I
was dumbfounded and so completely shocked.
A
stranger had thought about our plight and responded to it.
Wow.
You
can never get enough of that sort of thing happening to you.
We
were so thankful.
So
Easter Bunny came after all to our little home.
The
rest of our time was filled with lots of activity. Rasmus took the
kids swimming in the park pool, took them fishing at the pier across
the road, did endless loads of washing, went with Kasper on his first
long-distance bike ride. The kids played at the park playground,
made more Eastery things and explored the other kids in the park.
I
never left the van and my patch of green.
Rasmus: Julie didn't write about Streaky Bay, however since I took more photos there than in Elliston, I have added them to this post.
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| Bread shop in the bush |
