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Frost, now that is something seen a lot more in country towns than in the coastal city areas and out Oberon way the winters are especially chilly.

This post, chosen for a Tuesday to participate in Taphophile Tragics, was taken on a frosty morning in Oberon a few years ago.  At the time I was surprised to find headstones looming over the hill but was keen to get on my way so didn't investigate further until I chose to include it in this series.  I think it is the Old Methodist Cemetery dating from 1859 and still in use today.

Visit Black Springs another town in this district over at 100 Towns. I can vouch that it is also a very chilly spot in winter.

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  1. I don't mind the cold as long as I can get out of it! Preferably with the help of a log fire.

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  2. Great shot Joan, an eerie quality. You would be surprised how many frosts we can get in Grafton, some years 20 but most years a few big ones.

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  3. My son forgot to sign out his gmail account so above comment is from me.
    I was also going to say that there wouldn't be too many Methodists around the place anymore. My Blaney relo's were Methodist.

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  4. Oh! It looks so chilly cold .... Beautifully captured Joan.

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  5. Boot Hill looming ... I never get a frost ever! I miss crunching over the frozen grass, mashing it down into a squelch.

    Love this shot. Would love it even more if it had actually been linked to TT.

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