"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Port Lincoln to Whyalla
Sadly this is the turning point of our trip, we are now on our way back home but still lots more to see. I don't know what I expected to see in the Eyre Peninsular but I think was was surprised by the amount of green farmland.
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
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