Dirk and Joke doing the Half-lap: Day 79: Sunday in Adelaide (19/08/12)

It was the last Sunday of our trip and we had been looking at the available churches (well, their websites anyway), to see where we could go. We settled for the Presbyterian Reformed Church which we had visited 6 years ago. They had moved venue to a community hall not far from our caravan park. Their pastor, Rev Kastelijn had retired and the sermon was taken by a visitor from a Baptist church, Rick Langdon. It was an interesting talk and well presented. The hymns were familiar. After the service there was coffee and lunch and people introduced themselves and had a chat. It seems that we were expected to be W.A. Free Reformeds as they always attend this church on their way east. We had to disappoint them on that score. I spoke to a chap who did a lot of bushwalking in Tasmania. I mentioned an Adelaide person who is a strong contributor to the Bushwalking Tasmania website, John Eglinton, “Eggs”, who turned out to be this person’s walking partner! Small world.

Rev Kastelijn told us about a mission post of the PRC in Camooweal, Queensland. Had we known about it, we could have gone and worshipped with them, seeing we spent the Sunday there. Apparently it is only a small group there, but there are new groups springing up south of Camooweal , about 200 kms towards the Simpson Desert.

In the afternoon we decided to circumnavigate Lake Torrens on foot. Of course this was not the big one east of Lake Gairdner, which would take a month of Sundays to walk around. This was the bit of the Torrens River behind the weir situated between Adelaide CBD and North Adelaide. A delightful place. We parked next to the Adelaide Oval, where the only cricket playable was the insect kind. The pitch was full of machinery and big holes: obviously they were in the throes of a big makeover.

Adelaide skyline from the Torrens River or Lake

The Adelaide Oval - not playable at the moment!

Paranoid Pelican

Lake Torrens again.

The weir at the western end of Lake Torrens

It was a pleasant walk indeed in the soft afternoon sun which obliged us by disappearing behind clouds just before we got back to the car. A great way to spend a Sunday afternoon in a town which had only shown us cold and bluster, and which was now showing us that it could do “nice” as well.