"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Flat lands 1 of 2
After Geelong we leave industry behind and once again are in the big flat wheat and sheep land. It goes on and on, but I resist reading too much of my book, so I don't miss interesting things sliding by.
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
I didn't know that train went to Geelong.
ReplyDeleteI thought it just went straight from Melb to Ballarat.