Skip to main content

Visiting 100 towns

Railway Station, Mudgee. Now a gallery and restaurant.

Today I am starting a new project - to visit and photograph 100 towns in Central NSW.  It's not so much a blog as a gallery of selected images from towns I have already visited and motivation to go see the rest. I will be posting once of twice a week and will  drop a note at the bottom of my Sweet Wayfaring post when a new town has been added to the gallery.  You will find more about it over there.

Visit Sofala at 100 Towns





Comments

  1. It is a great idea. Look forward to the series and seeing many towns that I have never visited.

    ReplyDelete
  2. I agree with Mark. Wonderful idea, looking forward to the towns you visit.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Well done. Looking forward to visiting 100 towns with you.

    ReplyDelete
  4. What an inviting entranceway! I agree with all, what a great idea, Joan.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The end

I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog - My Bright Field - to record the delights of my new life adventure.
If you are interested follow me over there.  I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels.  The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.

Blue Wren

Having finished the circuit at the zoo we settled down for a nice lunch at the cafe. This chirpy little blue wren came close to our table while his brown wife Jenny jumped playfully on the grass. Nesting swallows swooped in an out of the rafters.
Musing:The Blue Wrens and the Butcher Bird by Judith Wright
"Sweet and small the blue wren
whistles to his gentle hen,
"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."

Cobwebs they gather and dry grass,
greeting each other as they pass
up to the nest and down again,
the blue wren and the brown wren.
They seek and carry far and near,
down the bank and up the hill,
until that crystal note they hear
that strikes them dumb and holds them still.

Great glorious passion of a voice--
sure all that hear it must rejoice.
But in the thorn-bush silent hide
the nest-builders side by side.
"The…

Royal Hotel - Ganman

And I wrap up this trip with the Royal Hotel at Ganman.