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South Australia

Yep we are in South Australia with it's characteristic stone houses.  Soon we will be passing by the Flinders Ranges which we enjoyed so much a year or two ago.  But I knew what to expect this time, to see none of the wonderous detail we enjoyed on that trip.  They would just flash by like this house.


  1. I am thinking I need to plan myself a road trip to SA.
    Enjoying your train journey :)

    1. A road trip is definitely worth it. But is it is a long way to drive.

  2. I love SA, think I could live there.

    1. Yes it does seem very liveable. I thought the same when we went down on our Flinders trip.

  3. That is a problem with train travel and in cities you always see the grotty backs of commercial buildings.

    1. Yes long distance trail travel is certainly better than suburban city travel. I was only thinking that today as we went down to the city ... most of the time I could not even be bothered looking out the window.

  4. A very familial South Aussie rural scene .... I always wonder about the story behind old abandoned stone cottages ....who lived there? What happened to them?

  5. Those lovely stone cottages are so typical of South Australia aren't they. They hold such a lot of history of those first eager settlers.


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"Sweet and small the blue wren
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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.
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up to the nest and down again,
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