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I was camping down in the city for a week and even had a weekend in Queensland and would you believe I didn't take a single photo ... too busy and too wet. It was perfect weather for the ducks that frequent the camping ground.

We are hoping to get away at Easter time so I won't be posting here for a couple of weeks. In the meanwhile I have started posting again on my Blue Mountains Journal. I have decided to post in either one or the other of these blogs -- not both at the same time.

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  1. Busy is a reason; wet is an excuse.

    There is something about water birds - to do with their shape, not their cleanliness.

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  2. Packing up camp in a downpour didn't feel like an excuse.

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  3. Yes, I bet it didn't! Poor old Pierre looks to be really under the hammer!

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  4. Breaking camp in the rain means detailing the vehicle AND laying everything out to dry, assuming the rain has let up. An endless set of problems. We'll just follow along as you move from blog to blog. I love all of them, J-E!

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  5. Some lovely walks and trips you've been on. I always enjoy seeing these plants and creatures that are unfamiliar in my part of the world.

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