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A kitchen with a view


One thing I like about camping is how after a short drive and setting up camp you have a different view from the kitchen window. In Wellington we had a lovely view of the Macquarie River with a small flock of goats grazing by the water's edge.

Musing:
The Three Billy Goats Gruff a folk tale from Norway
"Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff." On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker. So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .
"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.


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