Overland CORNER HOTEL

IT’S ALWAYS A melancholy pleasure to graze through the remnants of what used to be a pub and ruminate on the times that must’ve been had, laughs shared, accomplishments celebrated and misdeeds covered up. For me it’s a sort of long delayed wake for a person I never knew but whom I sure wish I had.

I spend my morning kicking through what’s known as “Napper’s Ruins”, the remains of the old Lake Bonney Hotel just to the north of the McIntosh Canal on the north west corner of Lake Bonney in the South Australian Riverland.

Then it’s just a 10km squirt west and I’m swinging Super Ten left into Old Coach Road and then pulling up out front of what’s known as the Overland Corner Hotel. It’s Saturday arvo and it’s busy. A group of aging obviously bike riders, many wearing T-shirts with ‘YOC’ *, is filling a couple of the tables in the