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In search of sunshine

Shed, Apple Tree Flat, near Mudgee

The sun shone this weekend and it was wonderful.  But last weekend, after yet another week of living in the clouds I just had to go and try and find a place that was a little less damp, dull and grey so we took off west for the weekend.  A circuit via Mudgee to Wellington where we stayed the night and then back home via Orange and Bathurst.  Territory we have covered before but we took a few less travelled tracks on the way.

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  1. I was also glad for the break in the clouds over the weekend. Such a relief!

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  2. Oh! wonderful Joan ... I'm thinking a calendar of rust!!

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  3. I like to see an old rusty shack. Wish I could head off to Mudgee for the weekend, one of my favourite places for obvious reasons.

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