Lately, I have been feeling the cold more than I might normally. Perhaps it’s a consequence of getting older. As teenagers we only ever wore  T-shirts, now I’m shivering in my base layer, jumper, and wind vest.

Once again, this morning it was cold, in  Cowell, I assumed all manner of positions in the men’s restroom, under the electric hand warmer trying to heat up my extremities. A sympathetic nomad said, “It’s bloody cold, you must have been freezing in that tent.”

Not wanting to appear soft, I affect a jaunty hardy air “Warm as toast ” which is a complete lie. I’m sure I almost froze to death!

Finally, success! A pot of tea and raisin toast at the Cowell Bakery for breakfast. I celebrate with a double serve. It was cheap at $3.50. Warming up, from the café window I watch a flock of homing pigeons do their morning acrobatics. I’m reminded that in his youth my father was a ‘pigeon fancier.’

It’s only a short ride to Lucky Bay and the ferry. I ride a couple more circuits of town, taking in the sights, as well as agriculture, aquaculture, and tourism. Cowell is a major producer of jade. I had always associated jade with good luck and Chinese carving, I’m not that interested that I darken the doorstep of the jade display and souvenir shop.

Peddling off to catch the ferry, I made a rookie mistake, missing the turn-off, I quickly turned back, overcompensating, and fell off the bike. Ouch! No damage, just the odd scratch.

I pass a tree, festooned with footwear. I have seen these themed trees before, sometimes, it’s bras and knickers, shoes, once in the Northern Territory, I saw a tree covered in hats. These impromptu installations created to break the boredom of driving become minor tourist attractions themselves.

The Aurora V car ferry takes just over 2 hours to navigate the calm seas of the Spenser Gulf. The journey was smooth and uneventful. A few unnamed seabirds but no call to abandon ship. The passengers were a mix of holidaymakers and farmers.

Making land at Wallaroo on the Yorke Peninsula, another historic coastal port, I take in the sights before settling down at the oddly named Office Beach Caravan Park.

Tomorrow’s ride is a short 63 km to Port Wakefield, then all goes well I ride into Adelaide on Sunday.