It looks remarkably similar to cotton grass we saw in Norway and Isle of Man.

And went for a walk northwards.

This is Cape Spencer lighthouse.

Before we were swept away by the wind.

Sunk in 1904. An interesting story of people rescued.

Marine rescues always involve horrendous weather and sea conditions. And various degrees of heroism.

We've walked towards West Cape Lighthouse from the campsite at Pondalowie.

That's the Oyster Catchers that are black.

Not the Oysters.

And some carefully camouflaged terns.

And the soft sand of the beach was a bit strenuous to walk on.

So we headed directly inland in the hope of meeting the road.

For the equally uninviting walk back on a hard surface.

These are old vegetation which has been covered with sand then uncovered as part of an endless restless movement.

Other times its hard work.

This is somewhere in between.

Sometimes sparse vegetation. Sometimes impenetrable prickly bush. Which we had to find a way around then recover our general direction.

Only a couple of other campers.

The slender pole attached to the truck has a mobile modem tied to the top.

Internet that was otherwise unavailable.

This was taken from the window of the truck.

But further.

Vegetation can have some interesting shapes.

Equally interesting.

Looking north towards Pondalowie.

Past the windfarm at the south east corner of the peninsula.

The tide goes out a long way across the mud flats.

The rake is to find the shell fish.

Not sure what the little trolley is.

There were several.

Across the road was a dolomite quarry.

Or is it mine?

Either way, we have underestimated the geology of Yorke Peninsula.

There was also copper mined at some past time.