Today started with a bit of a rush. We had to have Puma to the Landrover guru in town by 8am so he could sort out what the whistling noise was from the engine bay when the pride and joy was under load. With the baby at the doctors, we headed off for a walk on the spectacular foreshore to find a bite to eat.
A bit of time spent on town jetty revealed the water in Port Lincoln is crystal clear with just a hint of stunning emerald green, thrown in. It seemed no matter how deep it was, we could still see the ocean floor in detail. We watched a few young kids fishing for squid with better than average success, before settling in at the coffee shop across from the big tree.
G ordered poached eggs on toast, whilst Peter opted for bacon and eggs. When the food came out it seemed Peter’s plate contained at least half a good-sized pig. As he battled through it with all his might, he came to the realisation that it was in fact a full pig he had been delivered. Neither Peter nor G had ever seen some much bacon on one plate at one time. Peter swore never to eat ever again.
A phone call from the guru had us eagerly striding towards Landrover HQ to learn that an in-depth inspection had revealed nothing. The guru could not find a thing wrong with Puma. Peter acknowledged the wisdom of the guru but inside was dancing a jig as he had just been given assurance Puma was indeed a good truck. The noise, if it remained, would be simply put down to a communication between the marque and its owner. The guru refused any payment. He contended that he did not fix anything so he should not be paid. Did we mention we love Port Lincoln?
A bit later we met up with Trevor and Sue for a ride down to Coffin Bay in their Discovery. And what a ride it was. The car was so quiet, we did not have to yell at another, there were no rattles. Acceleration was instant and so so strong. Oh poor Puma!
The road led pretty much down the coastline before a turn off, not far past the lookout we missed, led us to Coffin Bay. We visited the National Park, stopped for a picture, and wondered what the black spot like thing was out in the water.
Sue was desperate to take in some genuine Coffin Bay oysters for lunch. She eyed off Oyster Central and got super excited at the site of a mob of people sitting out in the bay under a tin roof shacking oysters. Apparently the oyster thing is a tour you can take. We discussed the merits of wading out into unknown waters on a freezing day to gulp down what is commonly known as sea snot. Sue was undeterred.
A lap of the township coincided with not more than 30 seconds passing before we pulled up at the café across the road from the caravan park. Run by an Indian man who was an absolute gentleman, accompanied by his heavily tattooed assistant who was a lovely heavily tattooed assistant , the place was quaint and very well patronised. Sue got her oysters. They delivered all she could have asked. Perhaps ‘The Coffin’ as us locals call it, was indeed Oyster Central. Trevor scoffed a magnificent burger.G delighted in whiting and chips. Peter looked at food and felt ill, but managed to eat some of G’s anyway.
The trip home was one of great conversation, a few sightings of parrots, Lama’s or their cousins that look alike and a couple of dark coloured roos. Trevor loved Coffin Bay so much he had decided to leave his phone at the café so that we would have good reason to return. Return we did. Again the conversation flowed, and the afternoon continued to be great fun.
Back in Port Lincoln we went our separate ways till dinner time. We noticed that being the Friday afternoon of an SA long week-end, the van park was filling quickly with families. With families came those pesky things often referred to as children. We thanked our God we had a dog.
A quick trip to the other side of the bay had us enjoying a lamb roast at Sue and Trevor’s van. Being able to eat again without feeling sick, Peter loved every morsel. G equally. We sat talking about all manner of things. We solved the world’s problems, covering COVID, broken stoves, induction cooking, Roothy and Milo, Landrovers generally and Defenders particularly. We played with Henry the travelling dog till he decided bed was a better option. We ate ice-cream. What a beautiful way to end the day.
