The South Australian border seemed a stone’s throw from Broken Hill. As we travelled, there was still that overwhelming magnitude of land and sky and as the sunlight flooded down, we crossed the state border and the outback slowly made itself distant……
We passed through small towns, passed rail lines and flocks of glossy black crows, saw pale sun bleached signage and watched the hot sun slowly move across the sky. We saw hundreds of sheep in the driest of paddocks with nary a twig for shade and only hours later, saw hillsides of lush green vines. I saw so many small things on this road trip which widen my heart that at some point I may well have wished I could drive on forever.
The first night back in SA was odd. The evening so hot and the sky so clear yet it somehow felt a little strange to be back. I finally fell in to bed, warm and full of lost sleep and woke to this early morning view of ‘my backyard’. The stunning Barossa and all it has to offer is right on my door step.
So yes, we are in SA and back living in a lovely town full of community heart, walking tracks, heritage and history, and old sandstone buildings. Established just over 180 years ago, the town smelt so acutely of summer heat and dust when we arrived.
I had forgotten how small our home is. A little place of crumbling plaster that is neither grand nor obtrusive but certainly a home of charm and squeaky floor boards. The house and yard have suffered terribly under five years of rental neglect but as I drove up the dirt road which leads to the back of our property there was a feeling of coming home.
But nothing makes it home more than having our sweet little cat with us again. Zoe stayed with her wonderful vet in Newcastle before boarding a flight to SA just as we arrived. We are so grateful she is happy and settled and we could not ask for more.
Jetlag recovery mode……..x
Home isn’t where I am from but it is where I live at that moment. Each place I have lived has always served some sort of purpose yet I cannot help but wonder if when we leave a place, we leave a little of ourselves behind and if fortunate enough to return, we find a little something in the going back.
Often times, there is much negativity spread about South Australia but that could not be further from the truth. It is one of the driest states and it has a reputation for serial killers but The Adelaide Markets, the wine regions, the craft beers and gin, the rad festivals, the food scene, the coast line, beautiful Adelaide, the state where a man was shot by his own camel! (I know right), Kangaroo Island, Wilpena Pound, Haigh’s Chocolate and 1,000 and one other things far outweigh the pessimism peddled by some.
This is an amazing state so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise and if you can’t find something nice to say or love about South Australia then there really is no hope for you…….x