Sir Porridge’s Epic Journey…Day Four

Still full of vim after his days of hard travel, Sir Porridge, AK, was up early for a bracing sit and portrait on the Ceduna jetty.

jetty, Ceduna

Penong, windmills, Australia

The windmills at Penong serve art rather than function.

Penong, windmills, Australia

Australian snails buck the shade-seeking wisdom of millennia at the local cemetery.

snails, cemetery, Australia

cemetery, Australia, photography

The true hazards of Sir P’s journey became apparent as he left Penong.

road sign, last shop

Never a heavy consumer, Sir P was unrattled when leaving behind his last opportunity to spend wildly.

road sign, animals, Australia

Oversize but not too wide to obstruct the knight. Westward!

Australia, transport, wide load, silo

The joys of the open road.

Australia, road

Nullabor literally means null abour – no trees.

Australia, road sign, Nullabor Plain

No problem for Sir P; the humpy little bushes provide enough shade for his diminutive form.

Australia, Nullabor Plain,

The Bunda Cliffs, 40 – 80 metres high, comprise three different layers of limestone and stretch west for 800km.

limestone cliffs, Australia, Great Australian Bight, ocean

“So come and take possession of the old bullock dray.” This strange collection of words from a song I learnt in my childhood and which I wager no drover ever uttered to another, sprang to mind when Sir Porridge leapt aboard said dray at the Nullabor Hotel/Motel. Positioned securely in the upright metal loop (which surely has a proper purpose-based name), he imagined memories of droving cattle and delivering goods across the outback.

Australia, Nullabor Plain, cart, dray

Out the back, something entirely different was going on: hole five of Nullabor Links, the longest golf course in the world. This 18-hole golf course spans 1,365 kilometres along the Eyre Highway, from Ceduna in South Australia to Kalgoorlie in Western Australia. Sir Porridge, who is something of a sportsman, couldn’t resist the call of the club despite leaving his plus fours at home.

golf links, Nullabor, Australia, longest golf course

crows, ravens, Australia, fuel station

Crows drink from the windscreen washing bucket in the heat. I hope they brought cash.

Great Australian Bight

A glimpse of the Great Australian Bight from the highway.

The prancing camels were in hiding too.

road sign, animals, Australia

But the big kangaroo came good with a cordial invitation. Not as comfortable as the traditional fur, her concrete pouch was nevertheless cool and spacious.

big kangaroo, Australia

Australia, Nullabor

Wedge-tailed eagles enfolded great scoops of air as they rose slowly and gracefully. (Sir P. felt a stirring in his flakes at the thought of unassisted flight.)

Australia, wedgetailed eagle, photograph, wedge-tail eagle

Australia, wedgetailed eagle

Australia, wedgetailed eagle, photograph, wedge-tail eagle

Australia, wedgetailed eagle, photograph, wedge-tail eagle

Australia, road sign, Nullabor Plain,

The knight rode into Norseman on the steed that gave the town its name. A gust of wind blew, and lacking stabilising appendages, Sir P took a tumble. He gamely remounted (one must, you know) and cantered off into the scrub – a true horseman…The horseman of Norseman, if you will.

bronze horse, Norseman, Australia

Riding tall and proud though somewhat precariously.

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11 responses to “Sir Porridge’s Epic Journey…Day Four

  1. I see this really is a grand journey – epic proportions, epic warnings and stunning birdlife. I’d forgotten all about ausie road signs – thanks 🙂

  2. What a wonderful journey Sir Porridge is taking! I can’t believe I haven’t been there yet..

  3. Thanks for the tour …. the cliffs my favorite.

  4. What a coincidence that you, too, showed a picture of snails. You included more of them in your one photograph than I did in three. I wonder whether the clustering of so many snails serves any purpose.

  5. Thank you for the great road trip, all in the safety of my own kitchen! Poor Sir Porridge….after all that travelling, he spilled his innards on the ground! Now that could have been drastic…. At least the horse will have some porridge to eat if it rains 🙂

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