After a morning of city rain and Christmas chaos, we swapped pavements for paradise and headed down to Port Willunga on the Fleurieu Peninsula.
The beach feels like someone mashed together Cornwall, Portugal and a bit of movie magic.
The water turquoise.
The sand soft.
The cliffs carved out like ancient cathedrals.
Georgia and Dotty running up and down the shoreline, chasing waves and exploring the old ship-cutter caves carved into the golden rock. Those cliffs look like something straight out of an adventure film, and Ali treated them exactly like that secret rooms, pirate hideouts, treasure chambers… we had imagination on overdrive.
Down on the waterline, the famous Port Willunga jetty ruins stand like skeletons rising out of the sea. They’re iconic for a reason moody on stormy days, unreal under blue skies, and perfect for photos while the kids leap around them.
We walked the bay, let the wind blast the cobwebs out, and loved how quiet it felt even though it’s one of Adelaide’s most photographed beaches. Just a couple of families, sunshine, and endless room for the girls to run.
Simple day.
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