Brighton/ Adelaide

An interesting and very long day as we drove to Victor Harbour, only to be advised against camping at the national park on the peninsula due to fires and storms expected tonight.  Disappointed, but glad for the information, we decided (while eating good old macca’s ice cream) to press on to Adelaide.  Eventually we found ourselves in Brighton caravan park – on the edge of a beautiful beach.  So at 4pm in the horrid heat, the hot and hungry kids and I left Ben to put the camper up solo while we sat in the ocean to cool down.  (you may read between the lines there – the camper was not going up very well with all of us together…)  We ended the night having schnitzel at the lifesaving club next door.  Very glad we are not on the peninsula tonight – the storms and winds are probably the loudest I have heard for a good while.

The following day we took a lazy approach, and spent our time picking strawberries, and waltzing the streets of Handorff.  We all enjoyed the Aboriginal art gallery there – which gave me hope for tomorrow’s art gallery.  More swims again in the beach before a terrible nights’ sleep listening to the music from a wedding reception at the adjoining lifesaving club till 12pm.  Funny how quickly our appreciation of the club changed… when the music finally stopped and patrons finally got in their cars, the kids woke needing toilets and cuddles from bad dreams.   Oh the joy of camping!

The day spent in Adelaide was good – kids absolutely loved the museum, and managed to tolerate the art gallery for me.  (Was the quickest walk through an art gallery I have ever had – the guy at the front counter suggested we join the tour guide who was starting his talk in 5 minutes, but with three children – was he kidding??  Ben and I glanced at each other  before politely declining the offer)  My favourite part of the museum though was seeing the excited looks on the boys faces as they discovered hundreds of butterflies, moths, and insects pinned to the bottom of draws.  (oh, and hearing Sam ask the information guy questions about his bee hive.)  Larina got into the spirit of things, and we constantly heard her screaming to the boys to come and see what she had found – swords, fish, another skeleton….  The kids will tell you their favourite part was the tram and bus ride there…of course.

Day three was spent in Glenelg – where else.  We were all pretty tired by this stage.  Lack of sleep (thanks to the club next door, and storms the previous night… and the lovely children who are camping diagonally from us… they wake up earlier and noisier than our children!)  So it was a pretty chilled day wandering streets and attempting to keep the kids from whinging… unsuccessfully.  (They were just missing the art gallery.)  Oh – speaking of which – we now have a couple of golden boxes filled with their plasticine creations from kids centre at the art gallery… so we look forward to towing them around with us.