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A Stone’s Throw
My wife and I, our four children, and our four cats, have left the suburbs for the country. After a chaotic move, we found ourselves, quite bewildered, in the sea-swept hamlet of Carrickalinga. Where is Carrickalinga, you ask? It’s a forty-five minute drive south from Noarlunga, heading toward Kangaroo Island, just past Yankalilla and Normanville. The journey is truly spectacular, winding amongst cattle country and rolling green hills, alongside the sparkling ocean.
The draw to the area was firstly the home: the log cabin, the large, established garden, and, of course, the lovely wood fire that we sit around at night. The country setting is something we have been wanting for some time, and the thought of a small community to explore was an exciting prospect.
In between moving boxes and long drives, the whole experience has been a challenge. But it’s been worth it. The children have enjoyed the new freedom to ride their bikes down to the sea, and explore the garden and all the hidden corners.
Our eldest has enjoyed her default position as head bug-searcher-catcher but also now as rock collector. When she heard about the new craze involving the hiding and collecting of rocks(, she decided it would be a nice way to get to know the area.
Getting to work, she painted five good looking specimens to represent the elements. There was a roaring fire (fire), a tree (wind), a duck (water), and a ruby (earth). And the fifth one was meant to be an ant, but that got smudged and is now a decorative rock.
Then, in-between the storms, we headed down to the Yankalilla playground and she hid them about the place. I won’t tell you where, of course, that would defeat the purpose. But if you are heading down to Yankalilla, or are in the vicinity, feel free to head to the playground near the community centre and see what you can find. Or take your children to a local playground and join in decorating and hiding them across Adelaide (the rocks, that is, not your children).
After our rock-hiding adventures, we headed back home and sat on the rug before the fire, playing Uno… until the baby joined in with her best impression of Godzilla.
As the night closed in, and we drifted off to sleep to the sound of the wind and rain gusting against the roof, I felt suddenly very thankful for this new chapter. Who knows what could happen next? … I’ll keep you posted!
22/08/2017 / Kit Densley