Home again

It's Friday afternoon and it's freezing back here in Scotland. It's not quite another Beast from the East, but it's cold and windy with occasional wintry showers. Quite a change.

The journey went as well as can be expected. We're both suffering a little in terms of irregular and deprived sleep - much more so than we did on the way out to Australia - but we're getting there.

The long flight to Dubai was in a very new 777. We even had our own little mini bars behind a glass door:

The chauffeur drive back to Banchory from Glasgow went smoothly enough. The aftermath of the recent bad weather was pretty evident in places:

Banchory was completely clear however and our house was warm - courtesy of Ross' recent stay there - and Hive.

I decided to try and adjust to UK time as soon as possible and the fact that I had a River Dee Radio show to do that evening was incentive enough. On Thursday morning I took a walk up to Banchory Car Centre to pick up my new(ish) car:

It's a well-spec'd Volvo XC60. Yes, after years of complaining about the increasing numbers of bulky SUV's etc, which smaller cars can't see past, I've decided I can't beat them, so better just to join them.

Today (Friday), we drove in to WeBuyAnyCar.com in Aberdeen and sold my BMW, which was my company car from eight and a half years ago.

That's about it for now.

Day of departure

Tuesday morning and it's our final day of this holiday. Our flight is scheduled for 10:35 pm tonight local time and we're getting picked up at Kelly's at 7:35 pm, so we've got a whole day in front of us - but we're pretty much packed and we've cleared our little Air BnB of our stuff - but we can leave our bags here and return later to collect them.

Just thought I'd update our activities since my last post on Friday. On Saturday morning, while Chris did some more work on their new floor, Kelly, Jo and I took Miller and Asher to a kids' Fringe show. We had to wait a bit prior to the start so we found a shady spot:

We couldn't take Asher's pram in to the show, and, as a result, he spent the hour running around with Kelly helplessly chasing after him. Miller really enjoyed it, however and he got a little treat of "fairy floss" afterwards:

One of the Fringe performers allowed Miller to pose on a little motorbike:

On Sunday morning I bit the bullet and went for a ride on Chris' bike. I reached Glenelg well before 8 am and was a little surprised to see huge crowds on the beach. The signs said it was the World Surf Life Saving Championships, but there were other activities going on prior to the start - like inter-town beach races:

Further on, near West Lakes, I came across a developing incident. There was a civilian lying on the large rocks below the esplanade and he was being tended to by a team of police, paramedics and eventually fire and rescue teams. He was obviously in great pain and was being given shots prior to being raised up in a safety cradle.

On Sunday, Jo and I went to a Fringe show - a Cat Stevens tribute act. Nice place, but the actual performance wasn't great. After the show, we walked back in to the city where we found Rundle St closed off to traffic and all the restaurants had their tables out in the middle of the street. We chose an Indian restaurant and ate our meal as the sun set at the end of the street:

Monday was a public holiday and everyone was off work. Kelly and Chris had arranged for family and friends to come over for a BBQ in the afternoon, so Jo and I took a morning walk down to the beach for coffee and a shared muffin (hopscotch, I think it was described as - we would say butterscotch). We walked back to our place up the "zig-zag" path:

This was the first attempt at our group/team photo after our BBQ:

Chris' parents, Lorene and David, gave us a lift back to Seacliff where Jo and I decided to go down to the local hotel to watch the sunset:

That's about it. I think we'll head to the beach for coffee and return later. The AC man hasn't arrived yet and it's just after 10 am now.

Holiday weekend

It's Friday morning in Adelaide and the start of a long holiday weekend here. Typically, it starts with travel delays - Sydney airport has come to a virtual halt due to an IT glitch. Well it makes a difference from striking air traffic controllers in France.

It's been getting hotter again here - mid 30's the last few days. We'd originally planned to head for the hills today to go fig-picking at Glen Ewin Estate, but there's bush fires up there so we've had to abort. Plan B is to head down to Moana Beach this afternoon with Kelly and the boys.

Yesterday (Thursday) Jo and I spent the morning on Seacliff beach and then, after a spot of lunch, we hopped on the train and went to the massive Marion shopping centre to pick up groceries for tea for the boys (including Chris). It was Kelly's long day at work so we wouldn't see her.

Home made hamburgers it was and very nice too. Our routine is to walk to Casa Bambini and collect Asher and Miller, then, back at our temporary home, we give them each some milk, switch on ABC Kids on the TV and this produces half an hour or so of peace. Next, we stick them in the bath, then feed them and before we know it, Daddy arrives and the adults eat together. By 7 pm they're all ready to head back to O'Halloran Hill - but not before watching Andy's Prehistoric Adventures - Miller's favourite - on ABC Kids.

While I remember, another feature of this holiday is Pop-See-Ko. One day, Miller came back from Casa Bambini and he was singing what we thought was Popsicle. I googled it when we got back and up popped this on You Tube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pwn4beja1QE. Annoying and addictive - Miller can't get enough of it.

Last night, as usual, I checked the temperature in our house in Banchory using Hive remotely. Wow - all of a sudden it was 21 C! (I'd been keeping it at about 10 C.) We soon figured out why - Ross is back in Banchory for a few days before returning to Edinburgh at the weekend.

I tried another short cycle before breakfast yesterday morning, but, boy, am I struggling. It's going to take a while to regain any kind of fitness when I return - and to lose all the extra pounds I've gained.

To close, a couple of photos I'd meant to include earlier. First, strolling down the "laneways" (as they call them here), we came across this old fashioned sweetie shop:

On the night of my birthday BBQ at Chris and Kelly's, this is a nice one of Jo entertaining Asher:

Deep Creek and birthday

Well, it was a good bit cooler last weekend when we spent a couple of nights in The Sanctuary in Deep Creek Conservation Park. We were about 600 feet above sea level so that contributed a bit, but it was very strange when we arrived there on Saturday afternoon. As we left the main road, it was 27C, but just a couple of kilometres up the unsealed road, it had dropped to "just" 21C. It was like we'd entered a black hole all of a sudden.

The Sanctuary used to be an art gallery but it's now a holiday rental. Shabby chic is probably the best description of the place. It's an eco house - a simple rectangular build using what they refer to as rammed earth. The middle section of the house is the one that has all the utilities - kitchen, shower/WC etc and the rest is one big open plan room with a mezzanine floor above where Jo and I slept. This was our view when we awoke:

The house sits in 4 acres and the garden is kept pretty wild. We saw plenty of varieties of birds coming to visit, but didn't notice any of the larger animals in the garden itself - although there was plenty of evidence of 'roo poo scattered about the place. This presents a bit of a health hazard to the eating machine that is Asher Steele - he picks up everything and it goes straight to mouth.

There was a beautiful sunset but, unfortunately, this picture doesn't quite capture it:

On Sunday morning, Kelly and I took the long downhill road to Blowhole Beach:

The rest of the gang were driven down by Chris and we met up on the beach:

Kelly looked after Asher at lunchtime, whilst Chris drove Jo, Miller and I over to Leonards Mill for a spot of lunch/coffee. Miller tried his hand at croquet:

The afternoon was spent doing shifts with the boys. First, Jo and I did a couple of the trailwalks and then we took over whilst we reversed roles with Kelly and Chris later. Meanwhile the boys were happy to be entertained by DVD's:

Chris had cooked spag bog on Saturday and it was casserole on the slow cooker on Sunday. Chris had to return to university early on Monday morning, but the rest of us took our time to breakfast, shower, pack and leave, and we were back in Adelaide not long after lunch.

Tuesday was a day for Jo and I to head back in to the city and go to the Adelaide Writers' Week. We listened to three of the authors talking about their rather traumatic books, but it got a bit hot so we decided to leave and head to the balcony at Harry's Bar for a quick birthday beer - plus a cheese platter.

It was my birthday and we knew we were heading over to Chris and Kelly's for a meal, but we didn't realise that Matt, Amanda and Abby would be there too - and that Chris would be BBQ'ing what seemed like a mountain of protein. It was lovely - and the birthday treats didn't end there. Kelly arranged for Chris' Mum, Lorene, to babysit on her day off and she drove us up to the Adelaide Hills to the lovely little town of Uraidla for lunch at the hotel today (Wednesday)- and soon to be microbrewery - there:

Not content with that, Kelly took us on a short drive to the Prancing Pony Brewery - a place we'd visited a few times before - but soon it was time to head back to Seacliff, and for Kelly to get back to her boys. It's been a lovely couple of days.

It's getting hotter again - back in to the '30's C. Ed Sheeran's playing at the Adelaide Oval tonight - hope it cools down when the sun goes down and he takes the stage - it'll be an arduous session for his fans before then.

In other news, I've finally bitten the bullet and bought a new car - sight unseen. I gave my pal Malcolm Grigor (Banchory Car Centre) a rough spec of what I wanted and he's bought me a Volvo XC60 - 2017 plate with less than 4,000 miles on the clock, and with all the fancy widgets, I believe. Look forward to seeing it next week.

End of penultimate week

Yes - summer is now officially over in the southern hemisphere and we are entering autumn, which should, of course, mean it's the start of spring in the northern hemisphere, but from what we've seen on the media, it's hardly spring-like back home just now. Still, they do say March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb - let's hope.

We only now have one full week left in Australia this year. It's now Saturday morning and we're heading south again this weekend - to Deep Creek Conservation Park. Photos and report to follow, but it tends to be cooler down there generally and this weekend, they are forecasting the high there to be only in the high teens. Yikes - this'll be our coolest days yet then.

Jo, Kelly and I headed in to the city again last night (Friday), dropping the kids off with Chris first before heading to the Convention Centre for a Cellar Door Fest - i.e. wine tastings, just like we do every year back home. Good fun - and the cheese masterclass was excellent, including one with green ants added on top:

Yes - the ants are on the one on the left

 Kelly's not a great cheese fan, but she certainly enjoyed some of the wines:

Earlier in the day, Jo and I had walked down to the beach and had our first dips in the sea:

Heading backwards chronologically, Jo and I went Fringe-ing on Thursday, but first we thought we would take a walk along the beach front from Seacliff to Glenelg. We met an old friend on the way:

The Fringe was good fun - our first show - a freebie - was a Best Of show where several comedians do 7 or 8 minutes each of their acts to give you a flavour of what to expect and to promote their shows. I think we saw 7 of them and just 2 of them we could have taken more of. A couple of them were real cringe-worthy.

We walked down to the park and in to a field called Gluttony, where there are shows, food and drinks, but we couldn't decide what to go and see. Fortunately, we were approached by a man with a wad of tickets for a show by 3 comedians and we were given the tickets for nothing. This show was different class - all 3 of them were very good.

Going off at a slight tangent, here's our walking stats for February:

Some long walks there - plus some inactive travel days.

Back to Wednesday and our trip in to Adelaide to see the Dinosaur show. This was after the event - don't know why Miller looks so glum - in fact, almost confrontational:

The exhibition itself featured a few large animatronic dinosaurs who roared when least expected. We had never seen Asher act scared before, but here he is hanging on to Jo for dear life:

The boys were happier playing in the soft toy corner:

We didn't have the pram with us so Asher was transported on my shoulders:

I think that's me up to date again.

Midweek update

It's now Wednesday morning and we survived our hottest day yet yesterday - in the high 30's - but we still haven't had to suffer a 40 + day yet, thank goodness. Last night was another windy one and again I had to get up in the middle of the night and stuff some of the sash windows to stop them rattling. Today is looking like a coolish one again with temperatures only reaching the mid 20's.

We've seen the reports from the UK of the Beast from the East, so we're kind of glad we're not there right now. Hope all's well there with everyone.

On Monday, we had a fairly easy day. I wasn't feeling too great - slight tummy bug, a relic of the weekend in the outback - so we just jumped on the train and headed towards the huge Marion shopping mall, besides which there is the South Australian Aquatic Centre, a monster building that hosts a variety of pools. This is just one of them:

No wonder the Aussies excel in swimming competitions.

By Monday evening I was feeling a little better so we planned a day out on Tuesday, catching the train south to Seaford, then a bus to Willunga from where we would walk back to McLaren Vale through all the vineyards along the Shiraz Trail. First we had coffee at a lovely little place in Willunga called the Three Monkeys:

Now we were ready for the walk:

A fairly comfortable 8 kms (5 miles) by recent standards.

We picked up the boys and Kelly came over and collected us and took us over to theirs for dinner.

Today (Wednesday) Kelly is off work and she will bring the boys over this afternoon and we will all head in to the city for a dinosaur exhibition - Miller will be delighted!

Outback and more

Before we headed to the outback this weekend, on Wednesday we looked after the boys in the afternoon whilst Kelly went to her hairdresser. Thursday was when we had arranged to meet John and Lorna Anderson for lunch in Adelaide. We met them for pre-lunch drinks in Lady Burra's Brewhouse then walked round to Sean's Kitchen - the same place that we'd had lunch with the McDonalds a year ago - and it was again very good. We got back to Seacliff in good time to pick up the boys from Casa Bambini - it was Kelly's late night and Chris, too, would be a little later than usual as he had an appointment at the hospital re his sinus problems - pretty serious they must be too, as he's stopped drinking wine, as he found out this was bringing on the sinus reaction.

So to Friday and our long trip inland to the Flinders Ranges - specifically to Wilpena Pound, the site of what was reputed to be a long-extinct volcano. Kelly had pre-booked our accommodation, which she described to us as glamping. We weren't quite sure what to expect, but, when we arrived after what was virtually a whole day's drive, we were delighted with the exceptionally high quality of our accommodation, which turned out to be a tent only in name. Really, it was a villa that just happened to have 4 canvas walls - otherwise, everything was as you'd expect in a top resort or hotel - fully plumbed, wooden and tiled floors and proper porcelain:

Once settled in, we were all ready for a cooling dip in the camp pool, after which Chris cooked dinner on the BBQ. We sat on the patio and watched the stars appear.

Saturday was our one full day at the resort so we tried to make the most of it - although, as usual, the best-laid plans etc ....... Kelly and I planned to walk along the trails to the viewpoints whilst Chris, Jo and the boys would drive out and meet us nearby. The walking bit was easy enough but there was nowhere to take a car, so once Kelly and I had finished the walk and climb, we headed back and met up with the rest just leaving the camp, having tried unsuccessfully to drive anywhere nearer the action.

Jo was particularly keen to take a walk and at least see Hill's Homestead and we tried any number of combinations of adults to join her, but the boys wouldn't let their Mum or Dad leave them, so it was left to me to do the trail walk again. By lunchtime, I'd seen a variety of animals in the wild - some, like the kangaroos ventured right up to our tents:

Others had merely left their outer skins behind:

There were emus and mountain goats roaming wild and free and a random guana on our trail:

Not to mention the birds - especially the kookaburra and the magpies, who performed the dawn chorus as makeshift cockerel.

It was dry and dusty everywhere and we came across a trail advert for a feral menu. Fancy this?:

We were largely underwhelmed by our first views of the Pound, expecting to see a deep circular hole, only to find it was not as deep nor as round as expected and the scale of the area was way more than we had anticipated - and it was overgrown with vegetation:

Subsequent viewing on Google Earth gives a much better picture of the geology and, also subsequently checking Wikipedia reveals that it wasn't an ancient volcano after all!

Jo and I were very low on water supplies and had to eke it out, and as it was my second hike of the day out there, I felt pretty sore, tired, thirsty and hungry when we finally got back to our tent. Nonetheless, determined to make the most of the day, we decided - well Jo did - that a visit to the Sacred Canyon to view the ancient aboriginal drawings would be worthwhile, so Chris drove the 3 of us out, whilst Kelly looked after the boys.

Whenever anyone says that the road you are about to travel on is unsealed, you can interpret that as meaning a rough ride - and it was 13.5 km out and another 13.5 km back! We haven't had such a good massage for a long while. The walk from the end of the road to the rock drawings was only a few hundred metres up a dried river bed, which would be teeming with water in winter, fed by a couple of steep waterfalls:

By now, I'd done 22 kms of walking - a record 33,500 steps - and it was definitely time for another dip in the pool - for us all - when we got back, then we had dinner in the camp restaurant.

Sunday morning was when we would start the journey home, but first there was another beautiful sunrise as we walked down for breakfast:

We took a slightly different road back to Adelaide, stopping off at the pretty former mining town of Burra, which had a big Cornish influence:

Site of the old mine

Jo reads while the boys burn off some energy in the playpark

Former miners' cottages