Let yourself go

At the moment there is a lovely, whimsical ad showing the virtues of Kangaroo Island on the telly. My disclaimer is that I am entirely biased, and I had the fortune to visit there twice in 2011. My very wonderful friend Kass lives there, and there is not much about the Island that she does not know. These are my December photos. The approach to the island on the ferry from Cape Jervis - a delightful approach, and the photos do not need any enhancing.


The ferry docks in Penneshaw. Pretty little town.

Kass lives in Kingscote, the largest town. It has a fabulous setting overlooking the water, the fine art gallery is my most favourite gallery ever, and some interesting buildings. I love the steps on this one.

Food and wine are a big feature. The wineries are producing some seriously good wine. Although I am still trying to get my hands on a bottle of The Islander Sangiovese. Seems they are no longer producing it (sob). Luckily, I can get their free range eggs here in Crows Nest, their yoghurt too. But it was Tracey's honeycomb icecream that left me wanting more. Sadly only sold there. Made with the famous Island honey from the only remaining pure ligurian bees in the world. Italy has to come to the Island to experience that.

Kass and I on New Years Eve. Looking awfully orange...

Some of the New Years Eve spread. Including the King George whiting caught that day. Sublime. No other way to describe it.

It was a quick trip, back to the mainland on the first day of 2012. I love the rock for a whole lot of reasons, Kass mostly, but as a destination, I just love it. South Australia at its best.

KI, love you xx