Autumn in Adelaide

Wednesday last we set off for Adelaide for a well-earned holiday.

Nicole was there "on business" as she is compelled through work to submit research to conferences, and having done so, was surpised and a little shocked to have her submission accepted for presentation.

So we tagged along for a laugh while she hobnobbed, erm networked with her research geek mates-to-be.

Arriving late Wednesday night we found all the cupboards to be bare in our rented apartment. So I headed out to Unsley Road in search of milk and bread for next morning but was ludicrously unsuccessful as everything was closed and the streets deserted.

We awoke next morning around eight thirty to find Nicole gone.

After a bit of telly watching we headed out in a slightly random direction in search of breakfast and trams.

Turns out we had landed in a bit of a posh bit of Adelaide with roads which were not cobbled but not tiled but sort-of-bricked, if that makes any sense, with low-set brick buildings with verandahs and turrets. Terribly genteel.

We found breakfast then caught a bus into town. Whereupon gleaning intelligence from the Tourist Information Centre we headed back the way we had came on a terribly exciting tram, headed for the beach.