South Australia has its own version of the Devil’s Marbles. It’s called Murphy’s Haystacks. Right there in the middle of the fields of wheat are these weird pillars of granite. There’s a detailed geological explanation for them, but I’ll just leave it at weird pillars. Easier.

Murphy’s Haystacks

It was now a howling northerly, which of course is a warm wind, and that means the flies will be there with you. I still wonder how they weren’t blown away. Anyway, these rocks were very cool.

Murphy’s Haystacks, again

I took rather too many photos of them, and this is just a sample. But you have to see them, seeing as  they need to shared.

Harry in a wind tunnel

Where there’s a photo of Harry, there’s a photo of Ferg.

Fergus with a big door knob

And seeing as I was amongst the rolling fields of wheat, with itchy eyes, in a howling wind, I thought I’d make the most of the photo opportunity.

Most of this region is cropping country, with a few places running sheep. The wheat fields go right to the coast. It doesn’t seem right to see wheat so close to the ocean.

The flies came along to our next stop for lunch at Port Kenny. Now this is not a happening place. Feel free to skip Port Kenny if you come this way, unless they tart the whole town up!

This covers everything in Port Kenny

We entertained the idea of a bush camp near Venus Bay (population 20) but with the wind still blowing, we settled for Elliston, a little further south.

On the way we went via every beach, headland, lookout, coast drive and cliff top. We went to the Tahlia Caves and found this great windswept coast.

The windswept Eyre Peninsula

Nearby, there was this big rock that the boys rolled over the edge into the sea.

Glad I’ve been feeding them well.