Barossa Valley — small hills, big shiraz

An hour north-east of Adelaide and the world gets smaller in a good way. We pulled into a farm-stay near Tanunda that lets vans overnight for free if you buy a case on the way out. A fair trade.

A slow rhythm

Day one in the Barossa felt like the first real day of the trip. No checklists, no “did we remember the X?” — just sourdough, coffee, a drive between two cellar doors, and a long nap we didn’t plan.

The unexpectedly good bakery

Half the Instagram posts for this valley are of the vineyards. The one I’ll remember is a flat white at a bakery in Angaston that came with a pastry the size of my hand.

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Onwards

North again, this time past the Clare Valley and up into the Flinders. The road changes character somewhere past Port Augusta and we want to be there before sunset.