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Composed and shared by Ceduna Old Photos, Sue Trewartha and Erica Bodger.
A letter to the local paper a lady describes a trip to Davenport Creek and other local places. “Then there was a picnic into the true bush of the ‘never-never,’ taking the whole family of native children, who walked 28 miles there, and camping for 12 days, with a waggon load of bread, flour, and blankets, mugs, plates, spoons, and a few etceteras, for bread, soup and porridge making and some jam, dried meat and fat to fry fish, shag eggs and so on. We had gloriously cool days, exploring every inch of miles of sand and creek end beach. One Anzac Day we celebrated royally, walked five miles to the new siding, where some ‘fairy men’ in trucks coming along, took our happy family for a ride in the trucks for miles along the railway. The teacher enjoyed his pupils’ glee equally as much as they. But that is in the past, and it is 1946 now.”
Camping at Davenport Creek in the mid 1920s.
