This morning we woke again to brilliant sunshine, and started back through the gorgeous town of Clare and surrounding wineries. We took a short detour through the historic little village of Mintaro, before arriving at Martindale Hall, a classic old country mansion that starred as the boarding house in the famous Australian film, Picnic at Hanging Rock.

The owners had given us permission to bypass the tourist car park, and line the bikes up right in front of the steps to the mansion, and a discounted entry to tour the property. It is a stunning house, and so evocative of that classic Australian film.

After a tour and photos, it was back on our bikes again, and off towards the Barossa. A turn down the wrong road saw us end up on gravel, and when we stopped to turn around, a journalist from the regional paper drove past and pulled over for an impromptu interview and photograph.

Back on the bikes and heading in the right direction, we meandered down some beautiful roads with fields of golden hay, purple Patterson's Curse, and the odd vineyard, before coming in the back of Nuriootpa and stopping at the historic Seppeltsfield winery.

Sadly we couldn't taste any of the local wines as we were on the bikes, but once again we were given permission to park in a prime position in front of the cellar door, much to the envy of the other HOG riders on tour who had run into us several times over the last two days and always had to park with the other tourists.

We had lunch and met with several local SA breast cancer survivors who had come out to see us, then it was back on the bikes and into the HOG rally.

Our accommodations for the night were booked tents in Tent City in the heart of the rally. Not really hardcore camping though - cots, doonas, pillows and electric lighting in every tent!

Tent City was the perfect location for the rally - just behind us a motorcross stunt team set up ramps and performed amazing aerial tricks just as we were checking in. The stage and bands were performing a short walk away, as were the test rides of the newest Harley-Davidson models, and street stalls with vendors of every kind of motorcycle merchandise.

After soaking up the atmosphere, we had a fantastic gourmet dinner of beef Wellington in the big tent, and danced the night away to the Flaming Sambuccas. Pancake, our rascal of a squirrel mascot for all our rides, came out of his box and was seen cavorting on stage and in the company of a stuffed pig ; ) It was a fantastic last night to this amazing journey.