Quandong Pie at Quorn and dead sheep at Ruins

A house in bad shape.

A house in bad shape.

Quandong Pie in all its glory.

Quandong Pie in all its glory.

Marcella enjoying her scone.

Marcella enjoying her scone.

Elijah eating the crumbs of the pie.

Elijah eating the crumbs of the pie.

Rosalee enjoying her pie.

Rosalee enjoying her pie.

Quorn streetscape.

Quorn streetscape.

Girls avoiding Dad.

Girls avoiding Dad.

Heading towards Wiplena Pound and the Flinders, Rosalee had read about Quandong a native fruit similar to the peach tree, the locals use the fruit and make a pie with it. As we were driving into Quorn I decided that we must have a slice of this pie at the aptly named Quandong Cafe who unsuprisingly they make quandong pie.

Well we ordered quandong pie and scones with quandong jam and cream for the kids, the girls liked the scones and cream, Elijah liked scones and quandong jam, and was hanging about for any bits of quandong pie that he could get. The pie was

The pie was very nice and Quorn made a delightful stop on our journey to Wiplena.

Later on along the road we stoped at Kanyaka homestead which was now lying in ruins which was pretty eerie, particularly as there was w very dead sheep that had rotted away, I picked up the bottom jaw of this sheep and used it to chase the girls around. Rosalee was not impressed, when I suggested that we take the fleece to make her some ugg boots for Mothers day. Oh well you can’t win them all.

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