Tumby Bay

We woke to steady rain in Cowell. Clay footprints throughout the caravan, soaking wet chairs, and the prospect of spending the day stuck indoors! We were on our way by 9am, and booked into Tumby Bay for a week. The closer we got the better the weather. When we arrived the sky was blue and the sun shining! After lunch we took the dog and walked into the town. The caravan park was a little bit tired, but was right on the coast so the vista was perfect. The path to town was just over a km long, and also wound along the coast. The beach had a lot of seaweed but the sea was a beautiful aqua colour. We passed the yachting club and people where sitting on the grass and at benches eating chips and drinking wine. It looked very pleasant.
Ians' grandparents and mother had lived here. His pa had been the butcher, and his mother became the first female life saver at the local surf club. We walked around the town, which was filled with murals, and lovely old houses. Including an old but still used church. Couldn't find an old butchers shop though. On the way back to the CP, we stopped for a drink at the yacht club. It was someone's birthday, and the sun was shining🌅もっと詳しく