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Well dear readers I thank you all for staying the course of our marathon desert journey.  This trip will be shorter and greener.  It was the October long weekend so spring was still springing and, as we are all so busy saying these days, the countryside was incredibly green and of course it was raining a lot of the time.
Hay Fever was the only downside to a fun weekend with some new discoveries on the way even though I have taken you to these places before so I hope you enjoy this new adventure.

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  1. But but but ... where to!?

    What a neat little side-shoe shuffle this post is; a lovely catching of the breath.

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  2. Hay fever can be soooo annoying especially when trying to take a shot. I've just been through all your November posts and have recognised lots of places. Your photography is sooo good. You had more flowers than we did.

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  3. Julie, the header and banner message lets you know ... Mudgee, Gulgong, Dundedoo.

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  4. Diane, my niece said it is getting quite hot out there now so probably returning to desert. Looking forward to your shots.

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  5. I'm sure I will enjoy it, Jaon Elizabeth!

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