Gah, the weekend just gone feels like a million miles away. Here I am writing about a quick walk and it feels like sooo long ago - probably as it was six hours away in South Australia. Did you know there's half an hour difference between us and them? That's how big this country is. Proves how backward Hive account@galenkp, Hive account@minismallholding and all those South Aussie lot are though...

Our walk here takes us along Lake George, a really massive salty lake between Beachport and Robe. Apparently there is mackeral in there but it's pretty darn salty. We were camped on some private land about 300 metres from the lake - in fact, in the photo below you can see the lake from the entrance to the private camp. Apparently the guy bought 350 acres from being in the right place at the right time and having a strong desire to keep it from the council. He visited the camp one night to say hi but I was asleep. My hypersensitivity means I can't stay up for hours talking by the fire but have to go to bed to meditate and chill out.

It was overcast nearly the whole time we were there - the edges of a huge rainstorm that covered the east coast had not quite hit us here. I prefer this broody, atmospheric weather. Apparently the lake is good for bird watching, but we only saw a pelican.

There was, however, spring everywhere - the hard rains of the last few years meant a boom cycle for flora and fauna alike. I tell you, it was pretty freaking awesome seeing pink and yellow and white flowers everywhere, of all different types. I was trying to identify them all on Inaturalist. In some sections, there were veritable meadows of dandelions, plantain and the like - not native, but pretty all the same. I was plucking young dandelions and munching on them to the bemusement of the bacon and egg jaffle on the fire lot. I do like to throw in a curve ball in that way.

I really adored the stunted - or perhaps just a different species - of sheoak. The colour of the leaves is just so striking and mustardy.

A lot of these lakeside clearings you can camp in, and it would be silly busy in season. However I think a lot of people are saving themselves for Melbourne cup weekend. Honestly it was so quite it was like the old days in Australia, like the '90's or something. What a golden time that was.

Had to laugh at one point as I was taking photos for HIVE. How many photos have you guys seen of Jamie's ass walking up a track? You aint seeing mine, it'd break the camera. I do think his is divine and he gives it a wiggle every now and then just for me. Again, I'm just testing who is reading.

Like the title, with dead wombats... this whole walk smelt of the dead wombat at the entrance to our camp, swarming with flies. I do have a photo of it, with a kangaroo in the background - very Aussie bushcamp - but I thought against sharing it - very ordinary, but macabre. Anyway, that's the title explained!

It was good to stretch our legs and walk for a bit before the big drive through the sand dunes. I do love walkign with my man, exploring a new part of the world. I feel so desperate to keep driving west - it happens every time I'm out here. North, I'm good - I think I'm bored of east coast glamour. But west? Gah, I would drive for weeks, just exploring places like this. South Australia has sooo much to offer but somehow it's never had the pull on tourists like the rest of Australia - Uluru, Byron Bay, Great Barrier Reef. But it's awesome, and I really want to spend more time exploring it. Given it's only six hours from us, we're going to make more of an effort.