Having decided to leave Whyalla, we discussed which way we should go. I suggested the Flinders and Jean suggested Port Lincoln so we headed for Port Lincoln.
We stopped at Cowell for lunch. This is a strange place. The sea is almost landlocked here and the foreshore isn't very foreshorey. It's obviously a good place for fisherfolk. It also has big silos which surprised me given the daunting nature of the landscape and the 250mm (10 in) annual rainfall. The guy who sold me diesel said that they had had such a good year that they would fill the silos twice over.
We needed to get some co-ordinates for a couple of camping spot down the coast a bit so I asked the way and was told that the road was pretty corrugated! We'll never see the best bits if we stick to the bitumen all the time so I set off. It wasn't too bad and we had found the first of the places we were looking for in half an hour. It is perched above a beautiful white beach and we look out to the blue expanse of Spencers Gulf. I suggested that Jean take a paddle but she just shook her head.