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Wrap up


We wrapped up a thoroughly enjoyable day with afternoon tea before heading home.

That's it for this trip. Time to see what's happening over at Blue Mountains Journal. Then in a few days we'll be back here for a visit to the beach.

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  1. Ooo is that lemon pie? I love the way they set out food. Can't come within a bull's roar of that myself ... and always leave a mess. But that is what food is all about!

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  2. Very pretty with the decorative strawberry. Well worth a photo. I hope it tasted good, too.

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  3. Yes lemon pie but my husband's choice so I don't know how good it was. I'm with you Julie, I can't make my servings come out like thatn(even when I have a strawberry AB) ... hence my interest in photographing them, they are like some sort of mysterious wonder to me.

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  4. My favourite.
    You're off to the coast now!
    You go on lots of adventures.
    Are you camping?

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  5. We have an A-van camper which is a step above camping but not quite a caravan.

    As for getting out and about, the man who sold us the A-van said not to let it be a "garden gnome" we are taking his advice.

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  6. That pie looks delicious--and is making me a bit hungry :)

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  7. Love the food porn :P But food styling is certainly an art.

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