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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.

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

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

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  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.

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  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.

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  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.

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

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

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