Cowell was just another name on the map on our journey. Hadn't really researched it but, as the Lincoln Highway cuts through the edge, it's hard to miss.
So it came to pass (as we did originally) that we saw the sign for a quandong farm. Now, there's a song that mentions just how rare this piece of shrubbery is and, since Bob and I had never seen one, we decided to head off in the motorhome to have a look.
Fondest memory: If you're expecting rows of ordered trees surrounded by fencing then you're bound to be disappointed.
Try a house with a large farm shed out the back and, in between, is a small yard with two quandong trees. Mind you they're almost hidden in amongst the aviaries and roses and other assorted plants.
Still, Mrs. Shultz was there and she could let us know about the plant. Not only that, she had Devonshire teas on offer at the outrageous sum of $3.
So, we found out that a tree had sold for $10,000. Amazing. Well, it was until she told us that the last one sold had gone for $20,000!
This parasitic plant is indeed rare but we were tucking in to some quandong jam and I also bought some quandong sauce. Though the plant wasn't in bloom she had frozen some and extracted them from her freezer to show us the bright red fruit, so called.
Thus sated, we headed off into the sunset.
Pic one shows some of her roses and pic two shows Bob pigging out on Devonshire tea.
All across Eyre Peninsula, occasionally not too far from the main road, are ruins such as this one. I find it sad that we can't retain these links to the past, especially with the special architecture they behold.
There are places in my home town one isn't allowed to demolish that have far less merit than these historical edifices.
In the third picture you'll clearly see the wonderful stonework included in the walls.
I'm grateful at least that I was able to record a few.
This one is not far away from Cowell on the Lincoln Highway.
Favorite thing: Well, something in the salt water anyway. Cowell, in common with so many towns on the Eyre Peninsula is an oyster haven though Cowell entered the big time in recent years. This scene with the oyster boats coming and going is repeated all over the peninsula. It's certainly different to the traffic you might find in Sydney, Adelaide or Perth.
As I've stated elsewhere, South Australia is the rosy state. Though not quite everything is coming up roses, a lot of things are.
Bob got out while I was snapping away and went and had a chat with Errol, the local green thumb who lives adjacent to, and also looks after, the roses of the church of St. Hughes, a delightful display of transplanted growths (except one) of which he is justifiably proud.
We swung into the main street of Cowell and the first thing you notice is the lovely stonework in the architecture, a style evocative of the late 19th century.
Partly because of the benign weather around here they remain much as they were and the houses invariably have some roses planted somewhere in their proximity.