145kms along the Young Husband Peninsula of the Coorong National Park from Meningie to Kingston into the teeth of an unremitting howling north easterly wind.

Initially I’m optimistic, perhaps by mid-morning the wind may abate or shift to the west.

Policeman’s Point looked more substantial on my map than the solitary service station. I had imagined a nice hot cup of tea but there was nothing available. However, after a few more kilometres, I arrive at Salt Creek, with its service station and café an unreconstructed no nonsense establishment selling “Ammo, Bait & Ice”, along with good sandwiches and a fine cup of tea. Revived, I push on into the punishing wind which slaps me about trying to knock me right off the bike.

Arriving in Kingston exhausted, I stop to take a picture of the Big Crayfish only to be assaulted by a diving Magpie smashing into the back of my helmet.

After a sound sleep at the Kingston Caravan Park, its an early start only 45 kms to Robe for breakfast unfortunately its bitterly cold and raining. The Union Café is warm and welcoming, I’m cold and wet, surely a match made in heaven. On my left, its rolling, undulating open farming country from Robe to Bridgeport with the Southern Ocean on my right I skirt Lake Eliza, Lake St Clair and Lake George in wet cloudy but pleasant conditions.
Cyclists like fishermen are by nature optimist’s: The weather is always clearing, the rain will pass and we shall have blue skies and tailwinds, just not today!