6 Days in Adelaide - Part 2, Brighton and Hove

Also on the to do list was cycle along the Torrens River path, Judy said I could use her bike, I had some stuff to sort out like car hire in the morning, the doorbell went (Judy was away again) her cleaners had arrived, and they were fabulous, the chap was a luvie and told me his life story while he cleaned the kitchen and extolled about what a fabulous specimen of a man Daniel Craig is, and how fabulous everything was darling, they were an ab fab cleaning team.

It was getting on for noon when I had finished all my boring tasks and went to get the bike, the tyres were flat but there was a pump, the pump didn't fit well and I could only get the front tyre to hold air, the basket was also missing most of its screws and I couldn't find any tools to remove the last one. So I got the bus to Glenelg and hired a bike, south of Glenelg were Brighton and Hove! I visited Brighton beach, it has a pier, I walked along it and a big seal was floating about underneath just looking up at the pier. I cycled north back to Glenelg and had a coffee at the Grand hotel in the conservatory with some old timey jazz in the background, and not far away was a swimming pool with lots of flumes outsides like the King Alfred. I continued north until I was almost back to Henley Beach and cycled up one side of the Torrens River path and down the other side and back to the hire shop, who had forgotten about me and shut up shop even though they were meant to be open till 8pm. I phoned them and locked the bike up behind the premises and put the key in the letter box.


Brighton and Hove, South Australia

 

Brighton Pier



Hove, actually.



The Grand Hotel

The last full day in Adelaide I picked up the hire car, a new Toyota Corolla, the newest version of Cuthbert. It was Australia Day/ Invasion Day and there were to be festivities in town later, so I went to the Barossa wine region instead for some wine tasting. I only went to one winery chosen at random - Turkey Flats, the ladies were so much fun to talk to that I stayed chatted for hours. Jo, bakes a different cake every week for the staff, and this week was a cross between a Lamington and a Pavlova called either the Lamlova or the Pavington. We talked about everything, isn't it wonderful you meet strangers and they appear to be such similar people to yourself. They had a lovely dog, a cross between a Beagle and a Pug - called a Puggle! The most fun wine tasting, it felt like I was with old friends, especially all the silly names.

Puggle dog at Turkey Flats vineyard



New Cuthbert Corolla

I set the talking GPS on my phone to take me back to the beach, where I had a swim. The water is warm, warmer than the indoor Kilbirnie swimming pool in Wellington, much warmer.
And so ended a splendid day. I could hear the fireworks going off in town that night. Tomorrow I move on to Kangaroo Island.