Saw a couple more in the morning, packed up, got rolling to McLaren Vale, a slightly weird town with no centre, but a does have a shopping centre with a big car park. We found an Aboriginal artist's shop. She talked us through all the pieces. We got a Coolamon that depicts the mining taking all the water, the riverbeds go dry, no more life. The back is how it was before. People getting cut off from their traditional lands.
First stop the Surfing Brewery for lunch, Kay Brothers for tasting with the Danish dude who has his own winery but works there Sunday, the place by Dave Hardy (or something) with the B&B owner who works there Sunday, the Italian place with the Italian guy from a small village somewhere near Venice and Bologna, and finally Hugh Hamilton with the nice girl who told us about Port Elliot.
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