TUESDAY 4 MAY LOXTON TO BURRA 226kms
Today is K’s birthday – his 25th.
John got back after having the five new tyres fitted at 9.15, and we were away at 10.15. John and the tyre man decided to keep the existing tubes in the new tyres, because the tubes seemed in good condition.
We crossed the Murray at Barmera.
It was evident through this morning’s driving, that the new tyres make Truck handle very differently, seeming not to hold on the road so well, so that is something to get used to.
After Waikerie, we had a coffee stop and a bird watch, spotting a Pallid Cuckoo.
Stopped for lunch between Morgan and Burra. Quite a bit of that section was unsealed, but was in pretty good condition.
Overall, it was quite an interesting a varied drive, from the irrigation areas of the Riverland, along the Murray – getting glimpses of it every so often, then through a drier area of saltbush and Mallee scrub; closer to Burra we were into grazing country, with areas of low hills in the distance.
The Army was on the move, as we encountered about twenty big vehicles between Barmera and Burra.
We were amused by a sign – home made – attached to a fence on a sweeping corner on the road between Morgan and Burra – on a newly sealed section. Obviously, the farmer’s fence had been demolished, probably more than once, by drivers failing to take the corner, so he had put up his own warning sign. It read something like “Save my Fence” “Steady up, you barstards”.
We arrived in Burra mid-afternoon. Booked into the Burra Caravan Park for $13. It is a very pleasant little park on the banks of Burra Creek, where there were Mallard ducks swimming about.
We only did the minimal set up for an overnight stop.
It is only a short walk to the shops. We are surrounded by all these brilliant old buildings – what a great place!
Burra began when copper was discovered here, in 1845 – only nine years after SA was settled at all. The development of the colony was greatly aided by the wealth generated from Burra copper, mined from 1845-1877. The mines attracted mostly Cornish workers, expert in this type of mining. Initially, the ore was even shipped to Cornwall for smelting, until smelters were built locally.
After the mine closed, the town became a service centre for the wool and wheat farms of the surrounding area.
We went to the art gallery because I’d seen some tourist information that there was a big exhibition of quilts made by SA quilters – wonderful items, and so much work in them. One day I would like to try that. It was an excellent display of high quality quilts.
Walked around and looked at some of the many old buildings. I was particularly impressed by the row of Cornish miners’ cottages near the caravan park – initially built by a mining company for its workers. Of course, because we initially set out to walk to the Post Office, I had not taken my camera!
We must come back here, in future travel and spend some time exploring the town and the district.
Collected our mail from the PO, where we had asked K to send it. There were Mothers Day cards from my offspring, but nothing else of note.
Tea was soup, cold lamb, mashed potato.
I phoned K from a phone box and wished him happy birthday. He has bought a computer from our friend R.
John phoned daughter R.
It turned into a really chilly night, after a beautiful sunny day.