After another late night (I'm sure it is Daisy that causes them), and a late start too, we headed down to Goolwa. After some idiot trying to reset the road toll counter in his clapped out old Mercedes (no wonder the Victor Harbor Road has such a bad name) we made it in time for lunch, which we had with Colin and Sue on the main street. We got a rather cool and very windy day which caused the cancellation of a couple of the events, but still a nice day. There was lots of music as well as the boats, some of which I could take - The Borderers have improved since I last saw them (a long time ago) and did quite a good show, even if we didn't get an encore, and those I could leave (I won't name the fidlers). In the evening, we had a sail-past of the boats with fairy lights lit, followed later by a fireworks disply. We managed to dodge the rain for most of the main events.
I'm not exactly sure what the helecopter was here for, but apparently there is some relationship with a squadron and a memorial was located immediately across the road from where it was parked.
The paddle steamer PS Marion was making trips all day. With the strong winds it made leaving the dock quite interesting, since the rudder has little control until the boat is actually moving.
Heading down to the bridge looked OK - but rowing back against the wind would have been hard work. They certainly looked the part though.
Another genuine steam-powered vessel, the P.S. William Randell.
This one was a bit flash.
An apparently this one has sailed to Tasmania in the past.
