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After our pleasant afternoon tea we headed out of Mudgee, taking a different route home. It quickly became clear that more than rural industries fuel the area.

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  1. I prefer poached pear to coal, ;-)

    Seems hot ... the light et al ... I guess nothing changed so far temperaturewise.

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  2. Just to confuse Martina more, the "afternoon tea" here refers to Darjeeling or Timms!

    I was listening to Kerry O'B interview Marianne Wilkinson from Copenhagen this evening. And they talked about the emissions from pine-plantations and whether the said emissions had to be counted or not because they were going to be converted to product that would then have its carbon counted anyway.

    My head swims at times. But MW was a lucid correspondent. Usually for the SMH.

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  3. Martina, the temperature had hardly dropped by that time, still 39C.

    Julie, I saw the interview. What confused me about the day's carbon news was the increase in emissions caused by drought and bushfires. Would we be better spending our money in drought mitigation and bushfire prevention than worrying about coal fired power stations? Dunno.

    Penny Wong is looking tired.

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  4. Yes, I have read about the drought/bushfire connundrum this morning. Wilknson again I think. All stems back to Kyoto agreement of what is in and what is out. I obviously need more background in carbon and how it is emitted. Rudd indicated that bushfires are just bucketload of cash to the UN because they are mainly caused by lightning strikes over which man has no control.

    Yes, Wong has a lot riding on this. Which is sad, because she is one talented lass. Very lucid. She has worked her butt off this year with zilch to show for it as yet.

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  5. The first image is one that I will soon not be able to take in Saarland. We still have miners' statues and museums, but the mines will all be closed.

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  6. Love the contrast on this post: black and white in coloured pictures!

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  7. Julie, thanks, I am confused. Timms? Darjeeling I know of course, but Timms?

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  8. AB, there's still plenty of coal around here.

    JM, I liked the contrast too, of colour and of land use compared to the rural land.

    Martina, I explained Timms on the next post.

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