Day 16: National Motor Museum

Teresa has not recovered yet, so she stayed in the caravan today. I finished some work this morning then visited the National Motor Museum in Birdwood. We had passed it a couple of times on our travels the last few days but neither of us were into cars, so we weren’t sure we would go.

However, we had three people independently say it was a great place, so I thought I’d head over alone today.

I’m glad I did – there must have been a couple of hundred cars from all different eras: Australian and Imported. They had a featured section on some of the earliest Australian-made cars including a section on Tom Kruse, the famous outback mailman.

One of the first Dodges made in Australia. The chassis number was 178

There were three large rooms in the museum. The largest room, below, housed an impressive collection.

National Motor Museum rear room

I recognized some of the cars from my childhood – those gathering rust in the back paddock. As well as the Magna model before the one I purchased, and the Volvo model that Karen drove. There were plaques on every car giving a brief history the model, and that particular car. I didn’t know that the shape of Karen’s Volvo stayed the same for 20 years. It was originally designed so it wouldn’t date. The boxy design was loved by their target market (and hated by others).

Karen’s Volvo

They had one-of-a-kind cars like some pre-production cars where the model never made it to market. An eco-challenge car (3.7km/l from memory) and a car that was driven non stop for 80 days as a reliability challenge. They also had one of the two Land Rovers that was used by the Leyland Brothers for the first West to East across Australia crossing.

Original Leyland Brothers Land Rover
4×4 conversion used in the original Mad Max film. This one was driven by Angry Anderson.

I thought I’d be there for only 30 minutes, but ended up spending over an hour just walking around reading all the information on the cars.

Tonight: Steak and Greek Salad with Strawberries and Cream

Almost everything in our meal tonight is locally grown. We purchased some lovely Porterhouse from Hahndorf, Feta cheese from the Barossa Valley Cheese Company in Angaston, Strawberries, cream and Tomatoes from the local farmer’s market, locally cured olives and local cucumbers. We’re going to enjoy!

Tomorrow: Adelaide

Tomorrow marks a week at Williamstown, and it’s time to start heading back to Melbourne.  Our plan is to leisurely drive back via the coast as much as possible. We count probably 7 stops back to Cowes (Victor Harbour, Kingston, Mt Gambier, Portland, Warrnambool, Apollo Bay, Portarlington) but nothing is booked yet. Travelling every day means we’ll get back in a week, but we don’t want to do that. We plan to spend a day or two in every location, which means we’ll get back home mid-November.

However, since Teresa hasn’t seen the Adelaide market yet, we’ll stop a night in Adelaide tomorrow night in Windsor Gardens, a suburb pretty close to the CBD on the north east side. Then head to the coast.

 

Day 12: Exploring the Barossa and Markets

The day started bright and sunny, if a bit on the cool side. Minimum temp here in the mountains was about 3 degrees. Expected max today is 15. At least it’s not raining.

Our first plan of business was to visit one of the local Farmer’s Markets. We had heard about the Mt Pleasant one so planned to go there, but this morning I met our neighbor.  He’s a permanent here and is a local tour guide. He recommended we go to the Barossa Farmer’s Market in Angaston instead as it’s much better (“Most of the chefs in the area shop there”). He also suggested we hurry. We quickly bundled into the car and drove the 30 minutes to the shed where it’s held every Sat getting there around 8:30.

(He also recommended Seppeltsfield as the best winery in the region to visit. We plan to go there tomorrow.)

Teresa headed on in for what she called ‘an hour of bliss’.

There were a huge variety of stalls. Outside, there were a couple of fresh food vendors (strawberries, tomatoes, avacados, fruit, eggs). Inside there was a baker, several cured meat stalls (including Maggie Beer’s daughter, Saskia, where we bought some chorizo), local dried fruit, cakes, chocolates, coffee. There were also vendors for meat: chicken, pork (we bought a shoulder to roast, bacon, Italian sausages and cream – he has cows to produce milk to feed the pigs) and beef.

Teresa loved talking to the genuinely passionate vendors – they know their product and love talking about it. She appreciated the market was relatively small as well as having good ventilation so she didn’t need to rush out. There was a lively passionate vibe – everyone was smiling!

They cook a magnificent breakfast too (we heard too late… we’d already eaten). There were long lines for food, which I guess is an indication of how good they were.

Teresa’s most memorable comment: “I left flying and grinned for the rest of the day”

Because we had the dog, we couldn’t go in together. Instead, I took Leo on a long walk around the local countryside for the 50 minutes Teresa was shopping, taking artistic photos of grapevines, and reading some of the history of the area on the rail trail billboards.

Angaston

Next, we headed to Angaston and visited the Barossa Cheese shop. Teresa picked up a few cheeses to try. She also checked out the nearby Foodworks which was surprisingly very well stocked.

South Australia has a no plastic bag policy, which surprised us when we first encountered it at Renmark. Fortunately we had some spare bags in the caravan, and have been using those ever since.

Barossa Sculpture Park

Not yet wanting to head home (it was only around 10am), we decided to do some more sight-seeing. Teresa had picked up a brochure of the Angaston area and we found a photo opportunity – the Barossa Sculpture Park. These are stone sculptures created during a sculpture festival in 1988 that have been moved to this magnificent site on top of the hill.

Panorama of Barossa Sculpture Park and view from Mengler’s Hill

By this time it was almost noon, and we thought we’d be able to get to the other market at Mount Pleasant by the time they closed. We made it, but just – they were packing up. We made the right choice – the Barossa Farmer’s Market was the better one.

We swung by Birdwood and a supermarket before heading home for a relaxing afternoon.