Nothing as simple as naming a place after a beach. No, it’s from Michael Hicks Beach, British Secretary of State for the Colonies, circa 1878. I’ll need to look is there is a Hicksport. Originally a whaling station, by this time the econimic drivers were wool and grain. Now it’s South Australia’s 2nd longest pier at 772m admired by the 530 permanent inhabitants.
Whilst we remained on the same straight road, the views changed. More pine trees and arable farming. The sea view is never far away in scenery remarkable similar to the North Gower Marsh (looking forward to finding salted lamb).
A diversion to Robe for coffee. I wonder if derobe means we’ve left it behind?
Our first (live) kangaroos doing their marsupial thing. A mob of emus too: as solitary animals they form large mobs during migratory seasons when they are in seach of better food sources. Kind of neat to see these animals in the wild, first seen on Skippy.
Heading into our first rest day – the streets of Beachport will be toured following the tumble weed in the wind.
(Haven’t seen any rabbits yet – I want to give their ears back)….)
Travelling reflections 