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In workshop, State Mine Heritage Park, Lithgow

I am sure many a worker has warmed up in this cosy corner of the workshop, it can get chilly in Lithgow. We were there on a wet summer's day.

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  1. I can imagine the glow of the coals on a cold, clammy day. Nice photo!

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  2. that's not your husband's workshop ... I think I am on the wrong blog, >.->.

    Good photo, though. I can smell the coal, too.

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  3. Hah ... I was thinking about the smell of the coal, too ... then I thought about the level of the coal-dust ... and coughing ...

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  4. You always find these amazing brown and grey tones that go with the colour scheme of the blog!

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  5. Oh, what a lovely image. It made me think of Dickens, but that's just stream of consciousness.

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