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The day was hot so the shade was welcome. What I like about a real rural show is that it is in its natural environment ... soft soil and shady trees rather than hard bitumen and glare on cement buildings.


  1. So true and the people are real country people.

  2. Were they waiting for an event or watching one?

  3. There seemed to be quite a lot of different horse riding events going on in the show ring simultaneously so it could have been both Mary Ann.

  4. I've loved your photos of Rylstone.
    Aren't there some gorgeous buildings?
    I think my favourite is the vets - I love the stairs on the side.
    I think I would like to visit Rylstone - it looks like my kind of place.

  5. Letty, there are lovely stone homes and churches in Rylstone as well which I hope to photograph and share one day. I am sure you would enjoy this town ... it really is a treasure.

  6. There is nothing worse than the Royal Easter Show in Sydney. SUch a mish-mash ...

  7. Julie, I am inclined to agree. I have only gone once or twice.


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Musing:The Blue Wrens and the Butcher Bird by Judith Wright
"Sweet and small the blue wren
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"The creek is full, the day is gold,
the tale of love is never told.
Fear not, my love, nor fly away,
for safe, safe in the blackthorn-tree
we shall build our nest today.
Trust to me, oh trust to me."

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up to the nest and down again,
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