Second Valley. I am not sure what happened to the First Valley! But Second Valley has a beautiful beach and coastline. And the brilliant blue sky certainly adds to the charms of the place.
The small beach was quite busy by the afternoon, with about twenty people, either in the water or standing on the sand, and more sitting among the rocks further along the beach. Not as busy as the South of France, I know, but pleasantly busy. I lay on the sand for about an hour, late in the afternoon. The only person sunbathing I might add, everyone else had on sun tops, or t shirts, and long shorts as well. And the obligatory hats. No doubt there were a few 'tut tuts' at the silly person, risking all sorts of skin problems, by lying on the beach in a bathing suit. But it was so relaxing, soaking up the sunshine.
The array of unusual cliff faces, with sheer drops to the sea below. The surrounding hills are very bare, as the grass does not grow well, and the trees were removed years ago in the hope that this would turn into lush pasture land. Which it has not. And now there is resulting erosion, little grass, and a problem for the government, or anyone with some money, to replant the trees.
The jetty had plenty of people fishing,which is a very pleasant way to spend the day. Walter, Darren, Jespa and Jay took a great interest in the woman fishing at the end of the jetty, as they could see that something was tugging at the end of her line. But it must have been sea weed. A great disappointment, all round.
The darkness of the jetty, against the glittering sea. Spectacular views on a sunny day.
The layers of different soils, in twirls and swirls, in the rock face, were beautiful. I wish I had the knowledge, and could identify the different rocks, and explain the geographical history of the area. But alas, I did not come prepared for such investigations, and no wifi there to find the information online either.
The rocks appear as if they were layered, in order to provide steps up to the top. But no, everything was in a natural state. Darren, Jay and Jespa clambered up the side very easily, and disappeared from view within minutes.
It took me longer of course, being a little more cautious, but the view of the rocks and glittering sea, was well worth the climb.
I looked back at the small bay, and towering cliffs, and thought that I could sit here all day, but it was ever onwards, so I cautiously climbed back down again. Luckily I remembered to wear sturdy sandels, and not my flip flops.
We clambered over more rocks, until we came to a beautiful, crystal clear bay. The water was freezing apparently. I decided not to risk getting cold!
An English beach? But where is the fish and chip shop? There is nothing like sitting on the stones, on an English beach, on a cold day, all rugged up, and eating soggy fish and chips. The stones on this beach were too hot to walk on, let alone sit on. And of course no fish and chip shop here. A moment of nostalgia.
Now I wish we spent more time camping along the coastline on the Fleurieu Peninsula when we lived in Adelaide. Such a beautiful area.
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