Walking part 1b

Pastoral scene




The day after, I walked down the rest of the Torrens in the city. Took the bus out to About 10 miles, probably. The whole of the river bank in town (both sides) is a park. Or reserve – which as far as I can tell could be anything from a conservation area the size of a national park to a small bit of grass on the verge of a road. Anyway, this one is Linear Park. I would love to have been at the meeting where they decided on that one. “Hey boys, let’s not bother debating this one. It’s long, right. Linear. Pass another stubbie.”

Anyway, in another attempt to prove heritage, there are some random plaques commemorating the families who farmed the ares – in some cases until as recently as the 80s, (Except for the family who stayed for 4 years studying English until 2003 before going back to Japan. Goodness knows how much they paid for that memorial) and some very random old miniature pumping engines concreted to the ground. There’s a very nice bluestone house from the mid 1800s, but sadly the park around it is currently being turned into a housing estate.

But it’s a lovely walk, particularly the top (east) end which really wasn’t full of people and worth it just to sit by the river with a book for a while.

To be continued...