When I refuelled at the Tumby Bay Roadhouse, this fella was relaxed because he was with his mum in her shop. Coffee wasn’t brilliant but on a Sunday morning in Tumby Bay the options were limited.
On the drive back to the caravan park I found three of the town’s impressive murals.
On our drive to Port Lincoln we stopped at an historic monument erected in 1948. The language used in this commemorative plaque reflected attitudes of the time. Today a commercial TV channel used the One Nation names for capital cities, reflecting a significant positive change.
We parked next to our friends in our allocated drive-through site at the Port Lincoln Tourist Park. This is the view from our kitchen window. There is direct access to the jetty and beach from our park.
Last night Blue was sick again twice, but I put him in his crate not on our bed after cleaning him up. If he is OK tonight that will confirm our theory his vomiting is related to anxiety triggered by being left alone in the caravan at night time.
Our first stop in Port Lincoln was Petstock to use the dog wash. We had lots of towels and dog washing to do. It was cool and there was little sunshine to thoroughly dry everything, so I had to loiter in the laundry waiting for the one dryer. I could not secure Bluey’s bed on the line using pegs, so used the awning deflappers on the railing.
We took Bluey for a walk part way around the bay. Unusually there were9 granite rocks next to the limestone conglomerate by the water.
Blue kept pestering us to take him to visit our friends in their flash motorhome. He wants to just sit on a lap quietly, but little Leo has other ideas and keeps getting up close and too personal! This cute little bundle of energy won’t sit still long enough for me to take a reasonable photo of him.
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