The Wild Mulberry Cafe provided us with an amazing start to the day. I had eggs florentine with smoked salmon and a blush juice (orange, grapefruit and strawberries) served in a glass milk bottle with a straw. Donks took a shine to Scotty the juice man who was trying to convince her that a Bloody Mary would be the best thing for brekkie!

We headed north on our road trip and made our first detour to Cape Jaffa stopping at the Cafe Jaffa winery cellar door for Donks to pick up some vino (at 10am!). Then on to see the lighthouse at the cape, which we failed to do as they'd moved it!

On our trip through Kingston SE (cray fishing capital) we stopped to say hello to Larry the giant lobster, who was looking good for something which was made in 1979!

As we continued north the landscape started to change and became drier, with lots of sun bleached plants. At 42 Mile Crossing we did a 30min walk through some beautiful bush, which reminded me of parts of Africa. We were both on snake watch, but only saw a grumpy lizard! The beach was covered in shells and extended for miles in both directions with nothing but the beautiful greeny blue sea crashing on the shore. We took the road back to the car, a more direct route. It was on this road that we had our first proper site of a salt pan. The landscape was not dissimilar to that of Death Valley. The Salt Lake was particularly impressive. It looked like a frozen lake with just a small puddle of intense blue water in the centre, almost surreal.

Jack point pelican observatory was reached by a short walk along a path which seemed to be made of the sharpest shells in the world. I spotted some shells which I had seen in a necklace made by aboriginal women. Despite this find, much time was spent cursing and emptying flip flops! The water here is sea water enclosed by a very long but narrow spit and is greeny yellow in colour. We saw a few pelicans but were generally underwhelmed by the experience!

Our drive continued with some short bits of gravel track which alleviated the tedium of the long straight stretches of uninspiring Princes Highway. We are both done with long distance driving now!

A short stop at Albert Lake allowed us to refuel and eat our cakes that we had got at breakfast time. My banana cake was lovely, but I was more interested in the tens of cockatoos sitting in the shade of the pines.

Although we had been told, we were surprised to come across the free chain ferry across the Murray River which took us into Wellington. It provided us with some welcomed variety!

From here we ploughed through to Victor Harbor (yes Mum, I have spelt it correctly!) and checked into our rooms at the Anchorage. I slept for two hours and then joined Lesley for tapas in the very cool restaurant, which had a boat as a bar!