[More nostalgia, this time when the K-Team from Switzerland visited my home town, Adelaide, and I, as the T-Team’s sole representative, helped show our visitors around the beautiful places so close to my home.
Many thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi for giving me the opportunity to share the T-Team’s life and adventures in South Australia.]
Prehistoric Hallett Cove
Good Friday 2017
Mr. K (my husband) and I parked ourselves on the lawns near the Hallett Cove foreshore. I sat on my towel and looked around at the families enjoying their picnics, and dogs chasing frisbees.
‘I bet they’re late,’ Mr. K muttered.
We waited, breathing in the sea-air on the gentle breeze, admiring the sparkle on the deep blue water, the emerald-green grass, and the rugged coastline. Then I closed my eyes, lay on the towel and napped.
After some minutes, I remarked, ‘They’re taking their time.’
Mr. K pulled out his mobile phone and tapped in a text.
We waited some more. My husband shook his head.
I spotted two familiar K-Team vehicles winding their way down the hill and then, fifty-metres away, parking.
As the occupants of the K-Cars spilled out onto the footpath, Mr. K received a text. He wagged his head again.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘They want to know where we are.’
‘Can’t they see us?’
Mr. K chuckled. ‘Let’s see how long it takes.’
We watched as the not-so-distant K-relatives milled about like sheep on the grassy slopes.
Mr. K’s brother, P1 put the phone to his ear.
They turned and walked away. We waved at them, shouting, ‘We’re here! Hoy!’
One of our Swiss visitors stopped, turned and looked. Then he nudged P1 who was still had his phone fixed to his ear.
Soon after, the lost K-Sheep had found us.
We trooped down the end of the road past the café to where the walk into geological history begins. A parting of ways of Australia from Antarctica many eons ago, erosion and a glacier, had carved a slice through the landscape exposing multi-layers of geological history. We hiked through land that appeared to be a scene stolen from some Sci-Fi set.
I was more intrigued with the form, texture and photogenic beauty of the Hallett Cove Conservation Park. Here are some aspects captured:
Waves lapped the sand and crashed against the rocks at the point. Fishermen on the rocks at the point, tried their luck for snapper, garfish or whatever the Gulf of St. Vincent was offering on Good Friday.
‘The tide’s coming in,’ I explained to our visitors. ‘You can see the waves are swamping and coming further in each time.’
We stood and watched the waves. Mesmerised.
[Photos 8 & 9: Birdseye view of Cove water © L.M. Kling 2017]
Then the K-Team climbed over the rocks around the point. A hidden cove awaited us there; our reward for the effort. Small rock-holes promised fish and crabs. A gathering of stones and shells offered treasures for collectors.
But for a time, no one moved.
Feature photo: K-Team, Hallett Cove © Lee-Anne Marie Kling 2017
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Amazing pictures and nature. Thanks for sharing
Thank you. I still can’t believe it’s so close to my home.