Two Sundays – and two great catches of whiting and Flathead at Pink Bay. Simply perfect conditions. Here’s Kate’s monster. Steve

Weighing in at 40kg and spanning a metre and a half, the fully-grown western blue groper is one of the big fellas in the waters off KI. Since April of this year 15 of their number have been fitted with transmitters that send info to ‘listening stations’ SA’s Department of Environment & Heritage h...

Spend a little time on Pink Bay’s balcony and before long there’s enough characters to fill an entire wildlife documentary. Take last night – we’re stood there minding our own business when this female Kangaroo Island Kanga bops up and starts drinking out of the birdbath. Recent weeks have seen a...

Another crisp, clear morning looking across to the mainland – hard to resist this light streaming onto Cape St Albans and the distant spurs above Blowhole Beach.

“This part of Investigator’s Strait is not more, in the narrowest part, than seven miles across. It forms a private entrance, as it were, to the two gulphs; and I named it Backstairs Passage.” That’s how navigator Matthew Flinders described the slender stretch of water connecting Pink Bay to the ...

Impossible to improve on the weather for the close of 2009 – bright, clear skies, warm sun, refreshing sea breezes and the air velvety soft. This morning (30 December) at 11.30 am Adelaide was 37.2 degrees . . . . . while Pink Bay was a balmy 22.5. Perfect!

High summer at the bay. Glittering tourquoise waters, epic sunsets, and temperatures building until the weather does it weekly mood-swing. While Adelaide bakes, sea breezes keep us cool – close to 20 degrees cooler on some days. Then, just as the change approaches, hot westerlies blow along the l...

It’s one of the lights of our lives, a winking presence we can see all night long from almost every room . By world standards the Cape St Albans Light is a pup –  no bigger than the power poles beside it – yet it has character as the first unmanned light in SA. And […]

The other side of Cape Willoughby is but a few hundred metres away. Just across the road in fact. And Windmill Bay is the Cape’s south-facing, storm-savaged alter ego. Pink Bay’s wild brother, if you like. Not a lot of shelter here. No sand. No trees either. Just stacks of wind, mountains of wave...

Our companions for the past week have been an adult pair of Black-shouldered Kites and their hungry fledgling. For day after day this trio been hovering and hunting in the long blond grass along the cape. Not only that, but just when we least expect it, all three birds have landed on the dead bra...