Why the Name Potato Point

So why the name Potato Point you may ask? We took a photo of a rock that looked like a potato...! Alas, no need to load that one anymore after a little “digging”, we finally found the true answer.

Potato Point is a village connected by road to the town of Bodalla, and surrounded by the Eurobodalla National Park. The Brice family grew vegetables and potatoes here, rowing them out to ships standing off the point for transport to Sydney market.

Our car wouldn’t start this morning, assume a flat battery. Well not really, I must admit I had left the keys in the campervan and I spent a good while diagnosing the problem as the electric push button start wasn’t working. Obviously, I need the keys on me and had to fess up to Jen and Jaime.

Today was more relaxed and nothing much on the agenda. We ventured into Bodalla and visited the Bodalla Dairy, Cheese and Ice Cream Factory. The girls played it safe with “let’s go camping” ice cream which was vanilla and macadamia with a subtle hint of smoke...! I went on a limb and got the “chilli and chocolate” ice cream which practically set my taste buds on fire.

As you can see, we managed to take a pic of two real, live dairy cows. They breed them strange in these parts. I could swear they look like dogs...

After a visit to the Bodallla All Saints Anglican Church, built in 1881, we drove to Tuross Head and found a cool and relaxed boat shed cafe with its jetty jutting into the lake. A very peaceful place to chill and have coffee.

We have mentioned a lot about cows in recent posts so this is the last mention for a while. I spent the afternoon cleaning cow dung off the under side of the car and camper after our drive through a herd of cows yesterday.

Pasta for dinner and a chance to teach Jaime a new card game, Blind Don. Look it up and give it a go.

WILDLIFE
I fed a juvenile Kangaroo some bread this morning and it bit my finger by mistake. Not supposed to feed them so serves me right.

.Les mer