Victor Harbour Day 6

A few days have elapsed since last we conversed, dear Blogosphere, and I am somewhat sad to report that we are back in Melbourne and I am back at work.  Not that there’s anything wrong with work or anything.  But there’s also nothing wrong with holidays.  Well, except perhaps just the one thing which has been a feature of every holiday I’ve ever had so far, which is that they all end at some point, and it’s back to work.

Reminds me of something Phil Connors said once:

“I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank Piña Coladas. At sunset we made love like sea otters. That was a pretty good day. Why couldn’t I get that day over and over and over?”

That would be Phil Connors as in THE Phil Connors, Punxsutawney’s most famous weatherman.  You know…

So anyway, from the vantage point of back at work I shall attempt to fill in the details of the last few days of our trip to SA, if for no other reason than to ensure the integrity of the historical record.

Day 6 was last Friday (has it really been that long already?), and it was dominated by the beach.  Sure there was a morning ride, but you’ve heard enough about them by now.  Rode here, rode there, yada yada, blardy bla.  AFTER the morning ride, and AFTER the obligatory morning coffee and snack and newspaper thing we all headed off for a bit of a drive over to the west side of the Fleurieu Peninsula in search of more snorkelling.

Our drive t0ok us right down to the bottom, to Cape Jervis, which is the jumping off point for those getting the ferry to Kangaroo Island.  When you look at it on the map it’s easy to imagine something a little interesting, perhaps exotic.  Surely that southern-most spot must be a place of great beauty, or of special interest, or of rare flora, or something.  But alas, Cape Jervis is a lonely, isolated, windswept, treeless hillside with a few shops and an ugly ferry terminal.

Not photogenic, but still worth recording for posterity.

This was the point that the camera battery gave up.  We actually brought two cameras with us.  A pocket digital camera and a bigger digital SLR, but we didn’t bring the battery charger for either, so we had been expecting this moment for a while.  Slightly less expected was that both cameras would give up at the same time, but that’s the way it was.

Not inspired to stay at Cape Jervis we headed back up to a place called Rapid Bay, where we had been told the snorkelling was good.  Rapid Bay isn’t quite as uninspiring as Cape Jervis, but it gives Jervis a good run for its money.  It has a camping ground and a little store, and a large industrial looking pier, recently built, which appears to be there to serve the adjacent facility.  The adjacent facility, however, has the boarded up and dilapidated appearance of yesterday’s quarry, so just what it’s all for remains unknown to us.  For the little while that we were there the pier was used by recreational fishermen on top and three amateur snorkellers underneath.  We didn’t stay long.

Next stop Second Valley, where we’d been before.  Here it is much nicer.  The beach is better, the surrounds are nicer.  There are trees.  By this time the sun was high, the heat was on, and the water was calling.  Oh, and your idiot blogger remembered that he can also take photos with his phone.

We spent the rest of the day at Second Valley, enjoying the beach and the water.  Harry saw a real live Leafy Sea Dragon amongst the sea grasses, but unfortunately (or actually fortunately, if you think about it) he didn’t have my phone with him, so there is no photographic proof of this encounter.

Second Bay beach.

The end of a hard day's holidaying.


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